Heather who counterattacked

Not afraid of god-like opponents, but afraid of pig-like teammates.

Xi Ruier, who was forced to raise two poor children, seemed to be living in dire straits every day. Various accidents happened one after another, her nerves were damaged, and her pre-set image could not be changed, so she could only get better and better on the road of facial paralysis. go further.

Even if you dare to guarantee that the future will definitely look like the original memory, but the current situation of trekking towards the goal of both wisdom and beauty obviously makes the future hopelessly distant.Now even Cyril expects that old fox Felix to die soon, with one and a half feet in the grave, what are you still holding on to!To give Aurora a chance to transform, to give this long-simmering turmoil a reason to stir up waves, can be regarded as a life without regrets-at least don't make any more moths!

Even if he knew and could understand his efforts for Kane, Cyril couldn't tolerate it anyway. Felix used the existence of Marcus as a raft for Kane to step on!

Cyril doesn't want to dig deeper into who is the culprit, and he doesn't want to look for evidence whether Felix has intervened in this matter. His confidence in himself lies in the fact that if he thinks so, then this idea is true .

... In a sense, for him, Aurora was just an accident that had to be carried in order not to deviate from this damn fate, and Marcus was the existence he really wanted to help!Even if it's just because his surname is Safair, even if it's just because he is Klauris' younger brother, Sapphire's only heir now!

The old fox of the Kane family revealed the existence of Marcas to him in order to increase his bargaining chips, but his biggest mistake was to give him this information, otherwise according to the inertia of Cyril, he would not Take the initiative to find out everything about Claus.But since Cyril knows that there is a person like Marcas, he is destined to abort the plan of the people behind the scenes, Sapphire will not lose, and Safair's name will continue to shine.

But that's all for Aurora. He put it by his side and adjusted it so that she wouldn't continue to grow crooked.The other one just happened to be in the right place at the right time, but he got enlightened very quickly, but he got into a dead end by himself, quite like he was on the tip of the horns and was not ready to get out for a while!

Since the conversation with Cyril, Marcus locked himself in the ward, neither eating nor drinking, neither speaking nor moving, just lying there half blankly, looking at the dark TV on the wall LCD screen, occasionally turning his head to look at the sky outside the window, sitting still for most of the day, no one can do anything to him, even eating can only be exchanged for glucose.

Cyril watched silently, expecting him to grow and realize overnight, understand what he was shouldering, and then bravely undertake and work hard for it like Aurora, the ability is not enough, but...but five Two days later, Cyril rushed to Turin again with a expressionless face and a ferocious heart, picked up the pointer and gave the guy a hard blow.

Nima!He really thought so beautifully!If you want to turn yourself into an elite, you can only rely on dreams!

In the final analysis, this method is better, tossing the person over, stepping on the back with one foot, and the first time the whip comes down, the guy wakes up, crying and howling, struggling hard, and then jumping up and down again.

Cyril threw away the pointer and took a deep breath. After venting the pent-up anger in his heart, he immediately felt refreshed.

...It's a pity that the bad things that should happen are always reluctant to let him go.

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After finishing class for Aurora in the afternoon, I went to Rome to visit Felix in the evening, and rushed back to Paris in the evening.

Cyril's complexion was unprecedentedly ugly, his whole body was covered with a layer of frost, and he did not hide his emotions at all, so anyone could see his rising anger.

There was no sound on the special plane, and even the flight attendants were forcibly stopped outside, and no one dared to make any noise.

With both feet on the land of France, Cyril regained her composure, her brain was still buzzing due to the rapid operation, but the aura of her whole body had subsided slightly.The storm in his eyes couldn't be restrained for a while, and the sense of intimidation still surrounds him, but his emotions are no longer visible in the rest of the place. He is as calm as an abyss, and the extremely violent power is suppressed under the stagnant water surface, which seems to be able to absorb all everything around.

The sky in the east is still gloomy, with no sign of dawn approaching.The lights in Leok's mansion have been on for a whole night.None of the staff members could fall asleep, and all of them were gathered together to interrogate them one by one.

When the master came back, everyone who could greet him came out to greet him, but he just waved his hand to signal for everyone to leave, and to do what they should do, now it is annoying to see people.

Places like the study and the bedroom have always been Cyril's private domain, and Frederick and Naiden even cleaned up. Of course, no one dared to touch them. After this incident, Frederick's Instructions and under the nose, there is hardly a corner that has been missed or thoroughly checked.

Now Xi Ruier stood at the door of the study, silently watching the people around him go through another carpet search before letting him in alone.

There were too many things stuffed into his mind, and there were still some things he couldn't sort out. He stood in the middle of the room, looked around quietly, and then took a few steps back to lean against the wall.He lowered his head slightly, resting his forehead with one hand, and his long hair was loosely hanging on his shoulders, showing a tired posture.

Not long after, Frey opened the door and entered.The wise old man looked at him and sighed, stepped forward and put his hand on his shoulder, and patted him lightly in a comforting way.

He had heard the news before Cyril.Although he was forced to retire by Cyril, he has been in this house for the rest of his life, and he still thinks that he is still in good health. Normally, he still helps him manage the house when he is not around, but only in certain months every year. Had to listen to Cyril's words and go to the spa for a while.After the news arrived, he also rushed back immediately.

"What's bothering you, little Sheila?" Frey asked, in the gentle, kind voice he'd heard since childhood.

I haven't heard my nickname for a long time.Cyril blinked slowly, seemed to have finally reacted, and then stepped forward to hug his old butler tightly.She rubbed her forehead against his shoulder like a child.

Frey's heart was about to melt: "Don't worry... isn't everything lost? Everything will be fine... Those who dare to provoke Lilac will definitely end badly!..."

"...It's not for this reason." Cyril said sullenly.Only in front of Old Frey, he would show some real emotion.

After rubbing against each other again, he let go of his hand, and his expression gradually calmed down again: "Don't worry...this kind of thing won't happen again in the future. I know what I'm doing."

Frey looked at him carefully for a while, and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good, no matter what, as long as you don't put yourself in danger, old Frey will be happy." He paused, "I let Maritan Come in? The kid is terrified."

Hillary nodded.Turn around and walk slowly to the desk and sit down.

Indeed, even he himself never thought that someone would have the audacity to attack Leok!With the manpower left behind in the mansion, can they really be succeeded by others? !Although nothing seemed stolen, he was still sure that after such a trip, the visitor had successfully achieved his goal.Besides, the Lilac mansion is so huge, there are always things that people don't know, even if the visitor takes away some hidden spots, who can find it?

Cyril thinks too much!

Who is the visitor?What is your purpose?Why pick at this time?Why is the person behind the scenes doing this?

Putting aside everything about himself, just looking at this matter and Leok himself, the only key factor that Cyril can think of is his grandfather!

What else is the old count involved in?How many years after his death, people would not hesitate to touch his home!

But his grandfather never told him anything, even his intelligence.Just combining the known information, he couldn't figure out what else he missed.Frey really didn't know, otherwise he would never hide it from him.

Didn't my grandfather die without a cause... Although it was a bit abrupt, there was really no suspense.

... So, how should he characterize this matter?

Maritan stood in front of the desk, not daring to make a sound.The two-meter-tall man couldn't pretend to be a quail no matter how hard he lowered his head, he could only pretend to be innocent with sweat profusely.Of course he was afraid. Negligence of duty was part of the reason. On the other hand, Cyril had been gaining power for a long time. She was very clear about her personality, so she was afraid of offending him...

Xi Ruier stared at him for a long time, but was still determined to let this guy go: "Explain."

Maritan breathed a sigh of relief.Those words had been tumbling in my head countless times, so I reported them very smoothly.

Where should the negligence of the guards be, the most likely route for the visitors, which places may have been patronized, the replacement of servants in recent years, etc... What they are looking for should be in the study, bedroom and other places, but It is precisely these places that are not monitored at all - other than that, the entire mansion is quite tightly arranged.The person who came could only mix in with the servants, and it was by no means a one-time achievement.

A sleepless night.Cyril spent the morning adjusting her mood.

Those capable of invading Lilac Mansion are either mercenaries or spies.The whole story has been passed on to Carey. With the backing of the Blue Devils, his intelligence organization, the Avengers, has been developing in a low-key and rapid manner. The Avengers has cooperated with the intelligence department of the Angel Twelve Wings, and has been monitoring mercenary teams with A-level and above in the world. , I believe the news will come out soon, as for... if the person who comes is a spy...

Cyril's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his half-closed pupils shot out a bit of cold light.

The secrets buried in the British Military Intelligence Bureau these years can't be for nothing!

Things seemed to be proceeding normally as he expected, so when he saw Ulysses in the study in the afternoon, he was a little surprised.

"...Why did you come here?" Cyril's expression softened a little, he didn't like to vent his anger indiscriminately, not to mention, this person in front of him was his best friend... Maybe he had a deeper friendship than Lawrence?

"As long as I want to know, I will always know."

The person who came took off the coat on his body and hung it on the hanger. The material of the clothes was very special. It looked like woolen cloth, but the inner weaving was extremely tough Kevlar, and there was a very thin layer of metal-ceramic interlayer in the middle, made of dark materials. After treatment, it takes a lot of effort in the sun to see some reflections, and it is truly bulletproof.He loosened his collar and unbuttoned two buttons, while looking at Xi Ruier with a smile: "Besides, half of the people around you have to call me Boss."

Ulysses suddenly had a strange expression on his face: "You actually sit so upright when you're alone?"

Shiril paused: "... thinking about something."

The body is indeed a little stiff.I rubbed my forehead, leaned back on the back of the chair, put one leg on the other sideways, and looked over with one hand on my chin. Only at this time did I feel a little relaxed.

Then Cyril watched the man walk slowly behind the desk, bent over and leaned over, with his right hand propped on the back of the chair, as if in a posture that surrounded him.The shadow of his body was cast on his face, such a posture carried extremely oppressive senses, but Ulysses's temperament was no different from his appearance when he first entered the study, and there was even a warm smile on his face.

Cyril blinked slowly.Look up to see his face.

Ulysses looked into his eyes gently, and his smile was warmer and brighter than the sun, which made the low and cold voice form a great contrast, as if it was not from him.

"Dear Your Excellency the Duke, your poor friend has been waiting for so many years, but he still hasn't been able to pry your noble mouth open...so he can only ask in person."