[Comprehensive] Aunt sweeping the floor

Catherine nodded noncommittally to McCulloft.Who Sophia likes is completely her own wish, and this kind of thing can't be blamed on the man next to her.

Venting anger is not a very good virtue.Simply Catherine knew her sanity in time during Mycroft's uncharacteristic provocation.Exposing more will only make outsiders smug.It is still unknown who will stage the family ethics drama next.

Catherine glanced at Mycroft out of the corner of her eye. After all, the matter between Sherlock and An was not over yet, and Mycroft often had headaches.

"Then... I'm assuming you have your own business to do." Please stop following me.

"I have nothing to do." Mycroft changed the subject and said, "Perhaps you know the list of invitees for today's wedding..."

"That's right. Of course I know. That woman turned the Nolan family's wedding into a complete commercial banquet. As long as she has money, she can come in and watch the Nolan family's young lady's wedding ceremony... It's really absurd Can."

"It seems that you have gradually found a sense of belonging to the family, which I am happy to see."

Catherine was a little disgusted by his statement, but it was undeniable that if she could take off from the surname Nolan, many things would be more convenient.

So Catherine was unwilling to argue more with the man next to her.Nolan Manor did not give her a good feeling, and even the portraits of Nolan in the corridors were her nightmares for a long time.None of the portraits move, but one can't help but feel the illusion of being looked at when walking through the house at night.

But these portraits that scare Catherine are probably only so useful.Here they are, this can be hung on the wall, witnessing a woman who is anything but, taking charge of a family they are so proud of.

Catherine strode forward, purposefully entering the hinterland of the manor.

"What are you looking for? I'm assuming that as a party guest, it's not wise to enter the manor without permission."

It was the Mr. Edward that Catherine was looking for.In the wedding arranged by Victoria, except for the superficial effort, she did not abide by some traditional regulations.

For example, the groom should have rushed from outside the manor, but he was already inside the manor at this time.After all, someone wanted to warn his future son-in-law, so it was understandable that this happened.

When walking through an imperceptible corner, Catherine couldn't help but pause.

"This is where you were locked up?" Mycroft always knew everything.

Catherine nodded.There used to be a door here, but now it's turned into a wall.The manor has undergone several major changes. After all, Victoria does not know many secrets of this old house, so it is the wisest way to tear it down and start over.

Catherine took a few steps forward and approached the beautifully painted wall. The carnations on the wall were like the incarnation of Victoria... What did she think she was doing with such a decoration?Dog enclosure?

Catherine fumbled around and finally found a relief of leaf veins.She flipped it, revealing a dark room.

"Well. This is really..." Mycroft looked at the few simple instruments of torture in the room, without making any further comments.

He did know for a long time that such a situation had happened in his boss's house, and he could not hide this kind of thing from him long ago.But this is someone else's family after all, even if it seems a bit outrageous that it happened to a young child, it would be better for other people's family to solve such a matter that his boss was still alive at that time.

Holmes was never a saint.This apocalyptic situation continued until the death of Mr. Nolan.He entrusted his daughter to the most trusted subordinate, not out of any exchange of interests, but a complete emotional card.

It took a long time for Mycroft to finally confirm that Mr. Nolan probably already knew his ending, but there were many things that restricted a person's life and death, so things naturally came to a predetermined conclusion on the ending.

After being entrusted, Catherine's business is no longer someone else's business.Mycroft took some pains to have Catherine relocated to France, out of Victoria's sphere of influence.

As for Catherine's guardian, it became Nolan's pre-arranged...a man named William.

"Actually, many things are just that we don't want to admit. The reality is in front of us...William... used to be an agent of mi6."

Catherine leaned against the dark wall, and the shadow covered her expression, but from her calm tone, one could guess that Catherine had already begun to accept all this.

"I personally inspected your interior... as if you are unwilling to go out to the field, I am actually not willing to do that...but I did go, and found him... the file that his father personally sealed in his early years. "

"The resumes that William told me are all deceptive. It's like a bedside story. You can't find Peter Pan's home, and you can't find the candy factory where William used to work."

"I have always had a little bit of extravagant hope, and I have been unwilling to check the truth of the matter, but now... I must admit that it is time to find the truth."

Pull the little mechanism, and the wall returns to its original state.

When Catherine returned to the light, Mycroft saw Catherine's reddish eye sockets.

The only problem now is to have a good talk with that Mr. Edward before Sophia gets married.

Since Catherine knew that her sister was going to get married, she intentionally or unintentionally expanded her business in the direction of the Edward family.A few months have passed, and Catherine doesn't know everything about the Edward family, but it is still achievable to have some decisive information like Victoria.

Even so, Catherine decided to control the risk for Sophia, so that Edward would not do any strange things unscrupulously because of her kinship with her sister whom she had never met.

"Knowing reality is a virtue." Catherine said to Mycroft seriously: "Why don't we make full use of this room?"

Poor Mr. Edward had just walked out of the room, and was already a little stunned by Victoria.After just turning a corner, I met Mycroft in a neat suit.

——I also brought a black umbrella to the wedding, which seemed somewhat disrespectful.

Mr. Edward considered himself to be half the owner of this place. He walked over righteously and said sternly, "Who are you? Why are you here at this time?"

"My humble Mycroft Holmes."

Before Edward heard the name, he was hit in the back of the head by the National People's Congress before he could be surprised.

"Well, this plan doesn't seem so pleasant." Mr. Edward fell down, and the one who attacked him was Catherine who didn't know when he was hiding behind him.Catherine let go of the broken bricks she took out from the dark room, and took a step to stand beside Holmes.

He exposed him and said, "Come on, why don't you know what I'm going to do?" You were not asked to do field work, and it seemed that you were completely enjoying it.

When Mr. Edward woke up, the surrounding light was dim, and he was completely locked in a closed small house.

Mr. Edward observed his surroundings.The sons and daughters of these high-ranking officials have more or less learned some methods of self-defense, and learned together, as well as how to deal with kidnapping and pass on information about their location.

Mr. Edward believes that he is very talented in this area. After all, he has been kidnapped before, and he has indeed used what he has learned to escape the danger.

The first time is raw, the second time is cooked.Edward wasn't that scared at first. After all, he disappeared in Victoria's manor. With that woman's method, the kidnappers should have a lesson that they will never forget.

That's what I said, but when I'm in the dark, I'm always a little uneasy.

What's more, Mr. Edward was unlucky, he met the kidnapper duo with the highest IQ ever.

"What do you need? I can give you whatever I can give you. Today is my wedding day, let me out!" Time passed by, and Edward panicked.If the wedding failed, the kidnappers were certainly to blame, but he himself had to face Victoria's wrath.

It's scary to think about.

"Tsk tsk." Catherine stood on the other side of the dark room.Her future brother-in-law is really powerless.Catherine dared to bet her name, she had never been so cowardly when she was five years old.

"I have no intention of interrupting your wedding. In fact, my employer is Miss Sophia's admirer. I hope you pay attention to your words and deeds. If you do something wrong... my boss will let you know The price you have to pay."

Catherine had a great time playing, and this completely childish way of playing made her never tire of it.Mycroft, who was standing beside her, showed a horrible smile.

The basic deduction method can't deduce the degree of Catherine's offline.Sherlock hasn't done this kind of thing since he was five years old. ···As for before the age of five... Sherlock, who dreamed of being a pirate, wanted to do some outrageous things.

"Admirer? I think if your boss is really Sophia's admirer, he will definitely not want to interrupt Miss Sophia's wedding. A woman should have a perfect wedding in her life, since we don't want anything to happen in today's wedding." If you're sorry...then please let me go quickly!"

Catherine covered her mouth with her hand, but couldn't help but smile on the corner of her mouth.

The darkroom became quiet again, and Edward made a lot of promises in a panic.These were all recorded by Catherine.

It was completely a child's play, Mycroft stood on the sidelines in self-defeating, and the colleagues who acted as goalposts completely regarded all this as entertainment.

"I swear... who the hell is your boss?"

"My boss, you have already met Mr. Edward, there is something that cannot be explained too clearly."

Catherine framed Mycroft in a serious manner, and she stunned Edward with a magic connection.

"This is probably the most technical move in your entire plan." Mycroft concluded, "It's better not to do this kind of framing in front of the person involved."

While waving her wand, Catherine directed the fainted Edward to leave the dark room, and at the same time teased Holmes: "Is this kind of activity a kind of illusion of going back to childhood. I vaguely remember that Sherlock did similar things when he was young... For example... Kidnapped a kindergarten classmate?"

Mycroft looked back at Catherine. This woman who looked very unreliable at first glance was unexpectedly threatening. Perhaps it was not so appropriate to describe her as a goldfish.

"His dream at that time was to be a pirate." Mycroft decided to check Catherine's sources of information.