[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"I'll go to 221B, thank you."

Isabella looked at the little black car whose route was getting closer and closer to the Diogenes Club, and raised her volume slightly to call out to Anthea, who had been pressing her phone on the co-pilot.

"Your Highness, the Boss ordered me to take you to the Diogenes Club." Anthea stopped her flying fingers to show respect.

"..."

The resistance failed, and Isabella looked at the passing vehicles and pedestrians outside the car window, unlocked the mobile phone password with the other hand, and sent a text message to Sherlock.

"Street graffiti guy Raz recognized the yellow paint on the characters, like Michigan, hardcore material, maybe zinc. Also he suspects it might be some kind of language, he'll keep an eye out for us. - Isa"

The car slowly stopped beside the pure white private building. The Diogenes Club located at No. 10 Boulevard was very close to Buckingham Palace, on the street in front of Buckingham Palace.Isabella has been here many times, and every time I feel that McCoff must have some ideas in choosing this place to build a club.

After all, the prime minister's residence is at 10 Downing Street.

Isabella followed Anthea, and the security guards at the gate let them through at an extremely fast speed.When she stepped into the lobby of the club, those super politicians who used to be all-powerful and vigorous in the political arena in the early years were almost seventy years old, and they were sitting on comfortable rocking lounge chairs with their eyes closed and meditating.

Just picking one of these people out is enough to cause a big shock in the British political arena.They may retire not only because they are too old to have hidden health risks in all aspects of body and mind, but also because they have seen through the ups and downs of officialdom and are unwilling to plot around.

God, she seems to have seen Hans Norton just now, he once assisted the famous British Prime Minister Winston Churchill.

If those reporters knew that Norton, who was once silent and made them wonder whether the other party had left the UK, was drinking coffee in a club so close to Buckingham Palace, would they surround the club door with their cameras on their shoulders, asking What can the other party talk about casually?

Isabella withdrew her gaze. This strange club was as quiet as if she had fallen into a rift in time and space. The gray-haired but hale-spirited old London gentlemen could still be seen in their every move without even putting down their teacups.

Maybe decades from now, Mycroft will be one of them?

She suddenly felt that her thoughts were a bit ridiculous, no matter what, Mycroft would never be so leisurely as to sit here and spend the whole afternoon just reading a newspaper.

Isabella didn't even knock on the door, walked to the most hidden door, pushed the door open and entered.

Hearing the voice, Mycroft raised his head to look at Isabella's trendy outfit that didn't match the atmosphere of Diogenes Club at all, raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "... What kind of makeup party?"

"Oh, Myc, don't be funny, didn't you see it all from the monitor?" Isabella sat on the sofa unceremoniously.

"Yes, I saw it, but I was surprised to see your... very trendy outfit with my own eyes." Mycroft tried his best to speak tactfully.

"Doesn't it look good?"

"No... just, a little avant-garde." Mycroft considered his words.

"Oh, I don't care, anyway, there are not many people looking up at me along the way." Isabella said indifferently.

McCoff helped his forehead, and he said helplessly: "If it weren't for the camera capture, you might become the first British princess in history to go to the justice court for allegedly destroying cultural relics."

"But the reason for all of this is you," Isabella argued forcefully, "If it wasn't for you, I could have continued running and thrown those co-ops away."

"..." Mycroft opened his mouth slightly, but he swallowed the words in the end. He could only soften his tone and said, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's okay," Isabella followed suit. She looked suspiciously at Mycroft, who seemed to be trying to say something according to the previous program, but the brain that received the emergency signal stopped abruptly. , and asked tentatively, "You didn't mean to say that just now, did you?"

"..."

"What were you trying to say just now?"

"Nothing." Mycroft gave her a calm smile.

He couldn't say that he almost mobilized the popular science knowledge about some physiology丨common sense in the memory palace just now to try to explain that her current situation should have been greatly relieved, right?

Isabella got up, walked around behind Mycroft, looked over his shoulder, glanced casually from the table, and then stayed on the monitor he was watching.

It was the section in the alley before.

She saw herself saying "Isabella Holmes" to the camera, mouth clearly.

"..." Now it was her turn to feel uncomfortable.

Mycroft appears to have cut that video single.

Isabella coughed a few times in embarrassment, and said, "Ah, he asked my name, and I couldn't just tell him Isabella, so, uh, I subconsciously used this...just a casual mention."

Just a casual mention, nothing else.

As for how McCoff himself understood, she was not clear.

After Isabella stammered her explanation, the man next to her left face suddenly turned his head, brushed his lips against her ear, and whispered in her ear, "I know."

The two of them tacitly understood each other, and both of them had big and small phobias about marriage.

Mycroft because he never considered the responsibilities of a husband in his future plans, he disliked contracts that could be tangled and heartbreaking, and in his sane and cold mind, marriage was not companionship, Rather, it represents weakness and shackles.

Isabella, on the other hand, was left with a broken heart because the marriage between her parents ended in tragedy, which caused her to secretly swear never to get married when she was very sensible.She can enjoy short but passionate love, but at the same time, when she kisses her lover, she is also prepared in her heart that the other party will withdraw at any time.

She was never overly obsessed.

Mycroft pursed his lips. His brain subconsciously blocked all these future plans before. It is not easy to find a partner who he is willing to put into his own weakness. As for more long-term things, such as marriage , Pregnant children, etc., he felt a headache when he thought about it.

Emotions told him that he should be content with the current life.

But reason calmly reminded him that Isabella was not a girl from an ordinary family, and could always be by his side regardless of anything in return.

As the years get better, the princes and princesses of the royal family have entered into marriage one after another, and the pressure from the royal family has also increased over the years. No matter what Isabella's sexual orientation is, the friends they provided for Isabella The banquet became more and more intensive, and Mycroft had to transfer the excuse from Isabella to the nobles who attended the banquet. For this reason, his agents have temporarily arranged for the children of the aristocratic families to go on business trips, trips, or even travel. Dozens of small accidents happened.

He understands that as long as they remain underground, this will only happen more and more.

"Uh, Myc, is there a banquet tonight?" Isabella saw an invitation card lying on the table, with a beautiful curly body and elegant wax seal.

Mycroft just looked at it indifferently, nodded and said, "It's a private banquet, we can't push it away. Shall we go together?"

"What?" Isabella asked back in surprise, "We? Me?"

"Of course, as my female companion."

Isabella gradually calmed down from the shock. After thinking about it carefully, she seemed to understand what the other party meant, "You mean, I disguised myself as your female companion?"

"Of course, this way I don't have to arrange for my subordinates to do this anymore. Every time they encounter this kind of boring banquet, they always look sad." Mycroft made a joke.

"frown?"

"As the female companion of my boss, I don't think it's a good job to attend the banquet together."

"Okay," Isabella was amused, "this is quite novel, so what do you like?"

"what?"

"I have to have a general range of makeup?"

"Oh, it's all right," Mycroft pointed to her the suite inside, "I have prepared the dress, jewelry, and some tools for your makeup. The time is seven o'clock in the evening, and there are two hours left."

"enough."

The author has something to say:

Mai: Marriage is a minimum guarantee for the goldfish to protect the weak love between each other.

Isabella: As long as I run fast enough, unreliable marriages can't catch up with me, get married, don't cue.

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