[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

"Perhaps you could explain to me the front page of the paper?"

Isabella was sluggishly sitting on the leather swivel chair. Opposite her was Mycroft Holmes. His expression was uneasy at the moment. When Mr. Holmes put away all his smiles, his cold eyes formed a narrow line against him. The corners of his lips looked extremely harsh and unreasonable, like an iceberg buried tens of thousands of years under the North Pole, no one could last 10 minutes under his sharp eyes like blades.

A row of newspapers was spread out on the desk, from The Sun to the Daily Mail, the front pages were all about Isabella without exception.

"Royal Scandal: Her Royal Highness Princess Isabella's Night Party with Girlfriends"

"Her Royal Highness Princess Isabella's Sexual Orientation Revealed for the First Time"

"Dancing late at night? Her Royal Highness Princess Isabella kisses her girlfriend"

"..." Isabella curled her lips and asked weakly, "What did you say?"

You must know that she almost stayed in the bar all night, and was escorted all the way to Whitehall by McCoff's little black car without even having breakfast.

McCoff didn't speak, but Isabella felt that the temperature in the office seemed to drop a little bit. She couldn't bear McCoff's intimidating coercion, and said slowly: "...in the name of the Queen, I didn't really get close."

"..." Mycroft suppressed his anger, his face clouded.

"Well... at least they didn't take pictures of that girl's face." Isabella defended in a low voice.

Mycroft was about to be annoyed. He said coldly, "So you exposed yourself to the media's cameras? You obviously have the ability to avoid them."

When Isabella was 16 years old, even McCoff's well-trained agents could play around. How could it be impossible to deal with a group of goldfish media?

Isabella's face was clearly photographed in the newspaper. In the photo, she happened to be facing the camera, with her eyes slightly closed, as if she was drunk, she lowered her head and approached the girl in a vest and short skirt.The report analyzed a lot of Isabella's events from birth to school with embellishments, wishing to uncover all her affairs from childhood to adulthood.

"..." Isabella was silent.She did it on purpose.

Mycroft supported his forehead with a headache, and he was notified as soon as the news came out. Unfortunately, there were too many newspapers who took photos, and he sent the news before he had time to order the news to be blocked.Could he believe it was a coincidence that the paparazzi all over London went to guard a small bar all night?They must have gotten a tip from an insider, or...it was Isabella herself who provided the tip.

"Isabella, since when have you been so emotional?" Mycroft tapped the table with his fingers.

"I'm not LES." Isabella retorted.

"Of course I know," Mycroft pointed out, "If you want to avoid the marriage of the Spanish prince, you won't use this method to put yourself on the cusp of the storm and make yourself a royal scandal."

"..." Isabella avoided McCoff's gaze, and she clenched her hands vigorously, trying to suppress her physical trembling.Mycroft glanced slightly, pushing her thoughts away.

"You're afraid." Mycroft said to the point, he eased his tone, "Isabella, you're afraid for the future."

McCoff is worthy of being a good player at penetrating people's hearts. I'm afraid he already understood Isabella's intentions when he read the newspaper.But he didn't say it, just sighed, leaned over slightly, and said tactfully: "I won't judge your private affairs, but I must be responsible for Her Majesty the Queen. I don't approve of your handling today, there are obviously better ones." choice, and you chose the worst one."

Isabella still lowered her head and said nothing.

Mycroft moved his cold expression for a while, he no longer warned her with cold and biting words, but put on a serious expression.

"Look at me," he said.

Isabella had to raise her head and bumped straight into Mycroft's cold gray eyes, where there seemed to be a messy dark cloud, filled with emotions she couldn't understand.

"I can fix it for you," Mycroft whispered.

"Sorry, what?" Isabella suspected that she had heard wrong, and she asked back.

"If you are bothered by these unwanted suitors from the royal family," McCoff paused, "I can block these people for you, which is much better than the royal scandal you made today .”

"LGBT is not a scandal in the royal family," Isabella said stiffly, under the half-smile of Mycroft's eyes, she muttered in a low voice, "... What do you want to do? Use power? I know you have been promoted, but these Things don't seem to be in line with your responsibilities..."

"But the royal family has always been traditional," Mycroft smirked, "Since I said I can solve it for you, you don't have to question it."

"..." Isabella sat up straight, and she asked suspiciously, "What's the price?"

Mycroft looked at her with a look of "would you be so kind?" He was speechless and touched his heart. He turned the pen in his hand, and McCoff said, "Oh, then you really misunderstood me... ..."

Isabella watched his expression carefully, and Mycroft was as steady as a mountain, unmoved, she looked away disappointed, trying to find emotional flaws from McCoff's iceberg face, she was really too naive.

"This matter has been decided in advance, and then we will talk about what you did today..." Mycroft dragged the end of his voice.

"Okay, okay, I admit it, I was wrong." Since Mycroft solved her heart problems for her, she didn't need to get so tense with him, at least they were still partners.Isabella said slowly: "I called the media. Instead of letting them continue this kind of boring blind date, it's better to let them give up the idea."

As he thought, Mycroft said slowly: "I think it is necessary to raise your surveillance level.

Sherlock and Isabella, these two brats, if Mycroft doesn't pay attention, one of them will surely give him trouble.You must know that he has been busy so far in the early morning, all of which are dealing with the aftermath of the naughty princess.

"..." Isabella protested silently. She was extremely reluctant, but she didn't dare to refute and anger Mycroft any more.

"I'm assuming you haven't looked at your phone yet?" Mycroft asked, raising an eyebrow.

Isabella turned on the phone, and it was displaying incoming calls. She said helplessly: "Actually, since this morning, my phone has 147 missed calls, so I switched to silent mode."

"You'd better think about how to explain it to Her Majesty the Queen and Her Majesty the Crown Prince." Mycroft showed a helpless smile, and that gloating face made Isabella want to hit someone.

"...I will explain it to them," Isabella said in a muffled voice, and after thinking about it, she added without confidence, "I will try my best."

When she thought of the royal family, she had a headache. Isabella stared at the window of McCoff's office, and McCoff answered the phone. When he came back, Isabella saw the man who liked to wear rimless glasses. Belinda, the secretary.

"Your Highness, the car is ready, the boss asked me to take you back to Buckingham Palace."

Oh... Isabella reluctantly stood up from her chair. She had never felt her legs sink as much as today, like glue on the marble floor of Whitehall, and she walked with difficulty every step of the way.

The author has something to say:

Mycroft was just out of duty.

Then I found out that the King of Spain got married in 05... just ignore the orz time bug.