[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"Have you seen Mr. Rosen?" Alston knocked on the wooden counter of the bar, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand.Different from the young and reckless young man back then, today's Oston Hill has officially inherited the Hill Group and has become a hot young talent in the upper circles.

Oston is not very tall, but his waist and legs are perfectly proportioned, and his long legs are enough to ignore the small flaws in his height.He does not wear funny facial makeup, but has a clean and handsome face.The man has maroon wavy hair, which is fluffy and obediently bundled up behind his head. With his finely crafted black long trench coat and a straight black shirt that are worth a lot of money at first glance, he is sitting at the bar for a while. More than a dozen women came over and asked him for his contact information.

"See you." Isabella ordered a glass of low-alcohol citrus fruit wine. She had a stomach problem recently and couldn't eat too much.

"Mr. Holmes sent me a text message last night, asking if I was with you." Auston looked pale, and it seemed that he had a deep psychological shadow on Mycroft.

"And then? Where did you say I was?"

"No, I said I don't know." Alston said gloomily.

"You really don't know," Isabella muttered, taking a sip of the fruit wine, "this wine has no alcohol at all."

"Oh, this wine is made by the company you bought a lot of shares at the beginning of this year."

"That's over, I have to sell its stock quickly, it will definitely fall." Isabella turned on the phone and said dissatisfied.

"Oh, don't ruin their stock price..." Alston said helplessly, "At least I know the boss of their company."

Isabella rolled her eyes, and she put down her phone resentfully, maybe because of the weekend, there were so many people in the bar, they let go of themselves on the dance floor, under the influence of alcohol, their brains were dominated by emotions, they obeyed Her body twisted wantonly in her heart, but Isabella remained rational all the time, watching these crazy young people with cold eyes.

"The mobile phone in the green-haired girl's pocket was stolen by the man who danced with her just now. In just 10 minutes, the man stole at least three other mobile phones." Isabella said lightly.

Auston looked surprised and said, "How did you see it? Why didn't I see anything?"

"Look, the man over there in the tight leather jacket... is Ericsson?"

"Yes, I heard that he has recently made a lot of money selling drugs." Alston squinted his eyes and looked at the man who indulged in drinking with his arms around a scantily clad girl, "You know what? There are also quite a few people in your school who get goods from him, I really don’t understand the brain circuits of these geniuses, maybe excitement can inspire inspiration?”

"I haven't heard of it..."

The woman with heavy make-up suddenly jumped on the counter, just inserted between Isabella and Auston, she glanced at Isabella provocatively, then turned her head and gave Auston a wink, touched her fingers On his shoulder, he raised a glass with one hand and signaled to him: "Handsome, do you have a drink?"

Auston's attitude towards women in the past was always inactive, non-refusal, and irresponsible, but tonight's conversation was interrupted by her, and he was very upset. Auston tried his best to restrain himself and maintained the usual politeness of a gentleman. He refused with a good temper: "Thank you, I am very busy."

"Is she your girlfriend?" The woman looked back at Isabella unceremoniously, smiling coquettishly, "It's pretty, but it almost feels like..."

"It would be great if you could care more about the child, he must miss his mother very much." Isabella said flatly, and sure enough, the woman's expression changed instantly.

Her face was extremely ugly, and she was still retorting: "What are you talking about? How dare you slander..."

"Next time you wear a crop top, remember to cover up your stretch marks." Isabella smiled and raised her eyebrows.

The woman glared at her resentfully, held the wine glass angrily, twisted her waist, and strode away.

"Where did you say that? Oh, do you still remember Hardy Green?" Alston gently shook the ice cubes in the glass, "The youngest son of the current Mrs. Thatcher."

"You mean Mrs. Green from MI5?"

"Yes, Hardy is now working with Eriksson, and when he graduates from school, I guess his mother must have arranged a path for him to enter politics," Alston shrugged, "but I heard that he has nothing to do with politics. Interest, he is ignorant, hangs out with some addicts all day long, a few days ago he took a boy from your school to skate together."

"Don't hurt people on purpose, just drag them into the water?" Isabella said casually.

"He said that the student's family is very rich. At the beginning, he never believed that drugs could control his brain. A conceited boy, after taking the first sip, he was in a trance and didn't know where he was. Alright," Alston said sarcastically, "Maybe this is a genius, I always feel that I can resist all temptations..."

"Good luck to him."

"Hardy told me that before the student took drugs for the first time, he told him a lot of procedures on how to make drugs with a blank face. After a long time, he was a chemistry major." I couldn't help laughing out loud, "It's quite funny, isn't it? There are still such freaks these days..."

The more Isabella heard, the more something was wrong, and she had an ominous premonition.A few days ago, Mycroft's text message reappeared in front of her eyes, and Isabella took out her mobile phone to call Sherlock.

No one heard.

"Wait...what's the name of that student?" Isabella asked Alston anxiously.

He was at a loss, and said puzzledly, "I didn't ask...what's the matter?"

"Then do you know, where can I find these addicts?!" Isabella forced herself to calm down. She hadn't known Sherlock for long, but judging from his surname, McCoff would never allow him to abuse her.

won't you?Isabella also began to waver at this time. The elder brother and younger brother were at war with each other when they met. A few days ago, Mycroft indirectly killed Sherlock's roommate...

"If you want to find them, go to the unfinished building near London Bridge. It used to be an abandoned orphanage..." Before Auston could finish his sentence, Isabella picked up the coat that was on the side and hurried out the door.Alston yelled anxiously, "Hey! Wait for me, it's not safe for you to go alone!"

The two got into a taxi. In the car, Isabella pressed her phone restlessly, checking the time for a while, and opening the text message trash can for a while.

"What's the matter?" Alston couldn't help asking, "Do you know that student?"

"I don't know, I'm not sure!" Isabella bit her lip, "I hope I'm wrong."

"Oh... don't worry, it might be that Hardy is high and bragging to us."

But Isabella's sixth sense has always been surprisingly accurate, and she has a strong premonition that Sherlock has put herself into a den of drugs.

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(The hostess can actually understand some things that McCoff has to give up because of his high position. The hostess is very similar to him. She is trapped in the royal status and must take responsibility. But the hostess is different from McCoff. She Longing for freedom, and fear of marriage because of the tragic love between her parents, her phobia is much more serious than Maggie.)