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Li Gao and Joyce didn't seem to want to stay with the rabbi at first, but Mike walked up to the two of them and whispered something, and they immediately agreed.

They refused the waiter's service, and the four entered the rabbi's room together.

Rabi's villa is decorated with a lot of logs and animal skins, which is full of primitive and wild atmosphere, but still has a luxurious temperament.

Everyone walked around the rooms on the upper and lower floors, and after making sure that there were no waiters staying here, they all gathered in the living room covered with the huge bear skin.

The living room also uses large glass windows. Several people are sitting on the soft leather sofa, stepping on the thick bear skin, looking at the blazing fire and the snow scene outside the window. All a little sleepy.

In the end, it was Mike who tried his best to support his body, picked up the spirits that had been prepared on the coffee table, and poured himself a glass.

The rabbi swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva when he smelled the wine, and it took a lot of willpower not to touch the other empty glasses.

"Okay, I want to invite you here to discuss a very important matter."

Li Gao and Joyce seemed overwhelmed with alcohol, they just rubbed their hands together in embarrassment, but didn't pour the wine.

"what's up?"

"The disabled bastard is not at a fair starting point with us at all. Can you tolerate that guy taking what should belong to us?" Rabbi said viciously.

"...But, it's because the housekeeper is very fond of him. What else can we do? All the decisions here rest with the housekeeper." Li Gao said in a panic.

"Either get rid of that hypocritical and lowly servant! Or let that bastard disappear!" Rabbi squinted his eyes.

Mike took a sip of his wine and said slowly.

"We are not familiar with this place, and it is unrealistic to drive away the steward. On the surface, everyone here supports him, and there are at least a few hundred servants here."

"As for that Mr. Ke... I think his attire must have come back from a long distance. It doesn't look like he has already gotten along with the housekeeper. Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that he is actually the housekeeper. A certain relative or friend came to help him divide up the Anderson family property." Mike analyzed.

"Damn bastard! I think what you said is the truth! That damned Ulysses must be trying to embezzle his master's property." The rabbi echoed loudly.

"Since this is the case...then we are doomed?" Joyce whispered. "You just said that this hotel is full of their people."

"This hotel is only cut off from the outside world because of the blizzard. If we have legitimate evidence and invite famous local people to make decisions, we should be able to find justice." Mike shook the small amount of wine in the glass, with said with a smile. "The only trouble is that if Mr. Ke's 'falsified' procedures are complete, he and the housekeeper will take over the hotel completely before the blizzard stops, and it will be difficult for outsiders to intervene again to find a reason."

"Then just make that jerk disappear!" the rabbi growled.

Li Gao and Joyce looked at him in panic.

"You... what do you mean?"

"That jerk is weak and sick, and will die before the blizzard stops." The rabbi said bluntly.

The faces of Li Gao and Joyce turned pale.

"God...god, you can't..."

"What can't I do?" The rabbi smiled ruffiantly. "I didn't say what I'm going to do! The weather is so bad now, and the environment around the hotel is not safe. You know how normal it is that we are at sea and there are fewer people in a storm!"

Mike drank the last of his drink.

"As a temporary ally, if you have anything you want to help, you can tell me in advance, and I will try my best to provide a little help."

The rabbi looked at him.

"You are a wise man."

After speaking, he looked at Li Gao and Joyce again.

"What do you two think?!"

Li Gao and Joyce struggled for a moment, and finally said in unison.

"We have no opinion."

……

Coning was pushed into the room by Ulysses, and was immediately taken aback.

The luxury and extravagance along the way had made him some mental preparations, but he didn't expect that this room would be so perfect.

This villa is perhaps the largest suite here.

The living room plus the dining room and other rooms with unknown uses may look as big as a football field.

Beautiful mahogany furniture and precious works of art can be seen everywhere, and those furniture corners are even made of gold.

The living room originally looked like frosted glass, and Coning hadn't discovered the mystery, but when Ulysses opened a sliding door, Coning discovered that in the courtyard from his living room, there was a huge , a hot spring pool surrounded by white stones.

The warm air intertwined with the cold air, turning into a large amount of water vapor that adhered to his floor-to-ceiling windows.

The edge of the hot spring pool looks like a cliff. If anyone wants to soak in it, he can easily appreciate several towering peaks not far away, and at the same time have the experience of flying in the sky.

"Do you like it here?" asked Ulysses, standing by the door.

The cold wind messed up his hair a bit, but his figure was still upright, motionless, almost exactly the same as the mountain peaks that had spanned hundreds of millions of years in the scenery behind him.

"Aren't you cold?" Coning asked honestly.

Ulysses smiled and closed the door behind his back.

"No. Because I have a burning heart..."

Coning felt that he didn't want to hear what the other party said next.But he had no other choice.

Ulysses had already walked to Coning's side with a cold air. He knelt down on one knee and put his hands on Coning's lap.

"My master. As long as I see you...my heart can't stop burning..."

"Take your hand away." Coning glared at him.

"Master, these cheap and rough clothes are not suitable for you at all, they can't give you warmth, and they will also abrade your skin." Ulysses seemed not to have heard what Corning said, and began to untie his clothes belt. "Sorry I can't get out of here to meet you..."

"Fortunately, you have arrived safely. This is actually the residence of the previous owners of the hotel. Like me, they have finally found their own owner. Everything here is yours, and you inherited it all. Come on... Use it with confidence, they are all yours..."

"The fatigue of the journey will be appeased by the comfort of fiery comfort."

……

Coning felt that his thinking was not a problem with his thinking.

"Stop it." Coning scolded embarrassingly. "If you treat me as your master, you leave this house now."

"Don't be brave, my master. If I'm not here, who can take care of your housework for you? I won't bear to have other people touch you." Ulysses said so, pulling off Corning's pants completely down.

Coning's two strong long legs were completely exposed to the air.

"Master, your legs don't look like they lack exercise. I believe you must be good at riding if you don't suffer from illness?" Ulysses kneaded and massaged Ko Ning's two calves. "Every master of the Anderson family is an equestrian master."

"Get lost!" Coning's face twitched a little due to the mixture of anger and embarrassment. "This is my final warning."

Ulysses stood up without saying a word, and began to undress Coning's upper body.

Coning gritted his teeth angrily.

Ulysses seemed to be in a good mood, with the corners of his lips curled up, his face leaning on Coning's shoulder, hugging his waist, and taking off his clothes.

The warmth in the room didn't make Coning feel too cold, but the butler in a well-fitting suit, with his focused and serious gaze, still gave him goosebumps.

"This is... what?" The other party's white gloves pressed against the tattoo on Coning's chest.

The silk cloth rubbed against the skin that was rarely seen in front of people, and Coning was so ashamed and angry.

He bit his lip tightly and said nothing.

Ulysses traced the cross, frowning slightly.

"It gives me a bad feeling, master, tell me, do you already belong to someone?"

Did not wait for an answer.Ulysses blinked, and kicked him hard in the stomach.

Mr. Housekeeper reacted quickly, holding the kick that kicked him in the stomach with both hands.

But the opponent quickly attacked with both hands and slammed into his shoulder.

Ulysses was knocked down.

"Damn things!"

A pair of feet stepped on his chest, and a long knife from nowhere was placed on his neck.

It was his little master who was still paralyzed just now.

Ulysses lay straight and made no attempt to resist.

Coning looked at the other party's calm face, and wished he could slap the other party's face crookedly.

"You are so brave."

Corning pressed the knife down a little more.

"Master, you really won't let me down. Your anger is like the pity of the god of fire, and it burns the fire in my heart even more." Ulysses looked relieved.

Coning couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the other party's collar and pulled Ulysses from the ground.

The rude action caused the opponent's gold-rimmed glasses to be thrown off, hanging crookedly on his neck.

"Don't think that I dare not kill you until the selection is over." Coning warned the other party. "Abandoning this hotel is not an unacceptable price for me."

Ulysses allowed himself to be treated roughly.

"Master, as I said, you can treat me as you like, I am your property."

"Even if you kill me, I won't have any complaints."

Coning looked at the other party's indifferent and gentle face, and an unknown fire burst out.

"I can do anything to you? Are you sure?!" Coning sneered.

Ulysses looked at him firmly.