[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

The deep roar of the engine roared in the dark night, a latest silver-gray supercar galloped on the deserted winding mountain road, it suddenly braked suddenly, the wheels clinging to the ground, accompanied by the tooth-piercing sound The little sparks produced by friction.The emergency brake caused the supercar to drift a few meters. In the middle of the night, a graceful young girl got out from the driver's door.

Isabella took off the bulky helmet, and she took a breath of fresh air. The night in the mountains was quiet and serene, and even the air was fresher than the busy city.

The red-haired girl on the co-pilot also got out of the car. She patted Isabella on the shoulder and asked, "How is it? Are you feeling better?"

Since Isabella returned to school from Horsham, she has spent three days in a daze. Except for class, she would stay in the dormitory and refuse to go out. She only ate a little bread from the convenience store every day.

Carol Hill chatted with her for a long time before asking her out for a walk on the third night.However, this way of distraction through drag racing is really hardcore.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Isabella said sullenly.

Carol only thought that she couldn't bear the sudden death of her good friend. She leaned on the car, turning the key ring in her hand, and said, "Be careful, he doesn't want to see you so sad."

"..." Isabella didn't explain, the phone in her pocket vibrated suddenly, and she had time to look at the text message.There are actually more than a dozen unread articles!

"I'm sorry for disturbing you late at night, but please allow me to ask if Sherlock is with you?—MH"

"It has been detected that you are not on campus, please reply to my text message.—MH"

"Please call back as soon as possible.—MH"

……

Isabella ignored him, deleted all the text messages and threw them into the trash can in one breath, and then saw a text message from Alston Hill.

"Mr. Rosen Jr. came to me today and said he had information about the KKK, but he asked to meet with Rosie alone.—AH"

Rosen?The son of Baron Rosen of the cabinet - Andre Rosen?Isabella, with that sullen, haughty, obnoxious face in mind, replied:

"Okay, ten o'clock tomorrow morning, Lawrence Café.—Isa"

"What's the matter?" Carol looked at Isabella's furrowed eyebrows and asked curiously.

"It's nothing." Isabella put away her phone and slightly raised the corners of her lips. "I remember that your aunt had a marriage contract with Baron Rosen?"

"Oh, don't mention it. That incident turned our family upside down. My aunt didn't know until a month before the wedding that Lord Baron Rosen had three secret lovers. One was in Edinburgh, one was in London, and the other was in London. Manchester."

"and then?"

"Of course he retired, and later he found another lady with a clean fortune to marry, and now he has a prosperous life in the political world, and he seems to be a celebrity in front of the prime minister," Carol said disdainfully, "Many people like me Dad said that our family was in a big loss, and we should hug His Excellency the Baron's thigh back then, hey, I don't think so."

So what information about the KKK does this little Mr. Rosen, who has always looked above the top, have in his hand?Isabella was lost in thought.

That night, Isabella did not go back to school, but returned to her private residence in London. After sleeping for less than five hours, she got up early and put on special effects makeup on her face. The person who provided the news this time should not be underestimated. Working hard on her appearance, even her voice needs to be changed.

This time Isabella played a middle-aged woman in her 50s and [-]s. She specially wrapped two extra laps of plush leather belts around her abdomen, and she looked like a fat belly when she put on clothes.Mr. Rosen Jr. might test her identity. Isabella used her mobile phone to arrange a taxi to stop at the designated location in advance. She was sure that Mr. Rosen Jr. would send someone to follow her after the conversation was over.

A young man in a suit and leather shoes sat on the third row by the window in the Lawrence Cafe. Mr. Rosen Jr. showed his true face generously.He is very smart, knowing that Rosie, as the founder, must have the detailed information of each member, and there is no need to conceal the real identity at this time.

"Hello, sir." Isabella pretended not to know each other, and she sat down slowly.

"Oh, you are... Ms. Rosie?" Little Mr. Rosen looked at Isabella arrogantly.

"I heard you could give me information about the KKK."

"Of course." Little Mr. Rosen took a sip of black coffee, and his sly eyes fell on the corners of Isabella's fine lines. "In exchange, what news can you tell me?"

"That depends on what you want to know." Isabella skillfully threw the question back.

"The queen's travel route map? The undisclosed draft of the amendment to the gun ban bill? Or... about the security plan of the Military Intelligence Service? What can you give me?" Mr. Rosen Jr. smiled meaningfully.

"All of these are fine," Isabella smiled, and asked him sharply, "Excuse me, do you represent the position of His Excellency Baron Rosen now? Then can I suspect that Your Excellency has stolen state secrets?" suspicion?"

Little Mr. Rosen finally put away his contemptuous attitude, his face was sombre, and he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Of course not, I was just joking."

"Oh, that's good, I think so, you're not that stupid." Isabella beckoned the waiter to bring her a latte.

The man's sinister eyes fell on Isabella's face, and she seemed to be at ease as if she didn't notice it.Mr. Rosen Jr. said slowly: "Then about the financing guarantee situation of Felaixi Group... I am very interested in their new projects."

"make a deal."

"Okay, so, Ms. Rosie, have you heard of the serial disappearances in London?" Mr. Rosen took out a stack of printed documents from his handbag and handed them to Isabella. He smiled inexplicably, The stiff smile on her face and those gloomy eyes gave her a chill, "KKK, he was the main culprit in these cases back then."

The document records in detail the time and place from the first incident to the disappearance of the last person, as well as the identity information of these people in that year.Isabella flipped through the file, frowned and asked, "It's a bit strange...their surnames..."

"I knew you would find out, doesn't it look familiar?" Mr. Rosen spoke in a low voice like a venomous snake, "They are all relatives and friends of the parliament, cabinet and other important ministers back then."

"What did you say?" Isabella raised her head sharply.

"This lady is the youngest daughter of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, and this is the sister of the Earl of Orlando in the House of Lords..." He smiled and stared at Isabella, "What did you think of?"

"..." Party struggle.It is the instinct of politicians to eliminate dissidents, but to do this is really outrageously cruel.Isabella pursed her lips in silence.

Little Mr. Rosen watched Isabella's reaction with satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair leisurely and said, "You can take the documents with you. But you are not allowed to disclose the source of the information."

"Naturally, but I have a question," asked Isabella, "how can you prove it to be true?"

"There was no news about the disappearance back then, right? Isn't that enough? Because this matter is a big case involving secrets."

"Maybe their identities are true, but can you confirm the time and place on the document?"

"Sorry, I have no way to prove it, but the news has already arrived, believe it or not."

Little Mr. Rosen stood up, smiled and poured the cold coffee into the trash can. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his calm and deep eyes seemed to be watching prey.

Isabella suddenly felt that this was a trap, and the other party wanted to catch her without a fight, but after reading the document for a long time, she really couldn't figure out what kind of trap the Rosen family had left for her to sneak into obediently.

The author has something to say:

It turns out that there is a limit to the number of words when you have something to say!I played a lot last night and it's gone. I hate it.

anyway john