Noble Villa [Whistling]

"Come out." Back home, Ala sneered and restored her original appearance.

"Your attitude towards brother is much worse than that quasi-marquis." Mutu came out from the darkness.

"What's the point of doing this? Is it for fun? Or are you too idle?" Allah said sarcastically.

"Are you so afraid that your little lover knows what you are doing?" Mutu said, "When did you become so unconfident, you are just a soul."

"That's not fear. I'll never lose Edgar," Allah said. "You won't understand."

"Oh, what a noble reason." Mutu disagreed.

"Do you know who there is, who has been a pet for too long and is stupid?" Allah roared, "Do you know how much it costs to find a suitable puppet?"

"I just wanted to remind the little boy to let him know his situation, but he didn't seem to notice." Mutu waved his hand, "I only care about Isa."

"Then use your means, don't borrow Edgar's name."

"Edgar can't escape, you should be prepared." Mutu said, "The weaving of the Goddess of Destiny cannot be easily changed by anyone."

Edgar seldom trusts anyone, so he is more afraid of losing than ordinary people.The moment Edgar saw Rody, Edgar's mind went blank.They are cousins, but the same background and the same education have brought them closer.Edgar knew very well how good that person was at taking advantage of him.

"You, see?" Edgar asked carefully.

"Yeah." Roddy nodded.

There was an awkward silence, one person stood on one side of the hall, relatively speechless.

"Sorry," Edgar said.

"why?"

"I don't know, subconsciously." Edgar said with a wry smile, he had to lean on the piano to stabilize himself.Beautiful fingers played a Huayin, a meaningless move.

"You are really despicable, Edgar. I have been familiar with and used it so many times to achieve my own goals, but now I can't do it." Rody smiled helplessly, "And you know that I can't do anything, why don't you To make such a fragile appearance."

Edgar exhaled, Roddy would never break the promise he made to them.Except for the last time, Isa's death turned them against each other, and Roddy did not actually hurt him.

"Don't want to explain?"

"Ah."

"That's right, those who are favored by God are always so confident. My dear cousin, you know how much I hate your indifference." Roddy complained with a smile, "Everyone knows?"

"I've never been favored, Roddy," Edgar said with a sad expression, "No one has never mentioned it, but the family can basically guess it."

"You will spoil Isabella," Roddy said. "It's dangerous. Even though it's late at night, there are still many drunks wandering around. It's okay to be seen by other people. It's probably going to collapse if you are seen by those old antiques in the church." , you are the purest religious foundation, my dear cousin."

"Don't be kidding, we've always been careful." Edgar sat down and said, "Isabella is under your care, so I don't need to worry too much."

"Seriously, there won't be a next time." Rody became serious, "You know me, maybe at some point I can't help but keep the evidence."

"I understand, and I won't resent you if you don't." Edgar nodded. "But you won't, I believe."

"Forget it Edgar, your trust has moved me to the point of tears." Roddy said sarcastically, "You actually trust uncle, so it's important to have a good father!"

"You'll be a good father too, Roddy," Edgar said suggestively.

"Although I understand what you mean, any conversation that bets on Isa doesn't make me happy. This is one of the few bottom lines I have, Edgar." Roddy interrupted.

"I just said, Isa doesn't need me anymore." Edgar smiled helplessly, "I stick to my opinion. Although you don't satisfy me in many places, you are still my relative."

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