[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Mycroft's calm gaze fell on Isabella's face instantly. He raised his chin slightly, and the perfunctory and indifferent tone in his tone made even Isabella who was waiting on the side feel a little ungentlemanly. He said: "Miss Green, if I have no problem with my memory, I have already told you in the text message that there is no need for you to come here to meet me."

It can be seen that Mrs. Green's beautiful little daughter is usually admired by countless people around her. There should be few people who speak as straightforwardly and mercilessly as McCaw. Her white and tender skin flushed with anger: "Mr. Holmes... ..." Suzanne paused for a while to calm down, and continued, "Michael X sent another death email a few days ago to threaten me. I really don't know who to turn to for help."

Mycroft looked down at his pocket watch and said coldly, "Did you ask the wrong person for help? You should ask Scotland Yard for help, not the intelligence agencies."

"but……"

This time, Mycroft smiled slightly, and his laughter was particularly piercing in the quiet lounge. Suzanne was terrified by McCoff's cold and bored eyes, as if someone had used a scalpel to go back and forth from the inside out. After going through the autopsy, the cold air rushed from the soles of her feet to the tip of her hair. For the first time, she understood why the man who looked like a gentleman in front of her was called "ICEMAN".Under Mycroft's eyes, she seemed to have seen through the calculations in her heart at a glance.

"Don't worry, you can't be safer, please forgive me, Michael X doesn't have much interest in you for the time being."

"..." The hidden humiliating meaning of his words almost made Suzanne want to turn around and leave, but when she thought of what her mother had told her, she suppressed her inner anger and asked in a trembling voice, "Don't you think you are the son of the British Empire?" Do you not care about the safety of the people?"

Isabella has always thought that the royal family's attitude of paying attention to tradition and pursuing a refined life is already arrogant enough, but the man in front of her eyes narrowed her eyes when she heard these nonsense words, then slowly raised her head and said arrogantly: "Miss Green, Please be careful. I must remind you that this is a groundless accusation. Michael X’s every move is under the nose of MI6. It can be said that the current UK cannot be safer,” he changed the subject, “Your mother should know In your busy work routine, you have visited your office many times without an appointment, which has disrupted your work affairs. Please go back and tell Mrs. Green so that she doesn't have to worry about you."

Suzanne's face turned blue and white, and Mycroft's words were very merciless.Of course she knew what he meant. Originally, her life trajectory was to enter the show business circle after graduation, and with the help of her mother, she got involved in the upper class circles. Among the suitors with prominent families, she chose a man who could best help her mother's career to get married. It's a pity. As one wished, Mrs. Green's loss of power made her start to panic. After she failed to fight with McCaughey for power many times, she turned her head and hit her daughter, "reluctantly" letting her younger daughter hook up with McCaughey. Kauf, trying to use her beauty to ask McCauf to stop suppressing him.

For this matter, Susannah had a big fight with her mother, not to mention that McCoff ordered his subordinates to kill Hardy Green. Susannah, who had been going smoothly since she was a child, had a higher vision than the sky. Her goal was the eldest son of the Prime Minister.

After finishing speaking, Mycroft stopped looking at her, turned to Isabella, who was standing aside and watched the scene for a long time, and motioned for her to follow.

Before leaving, Isabella glanced pityingly at Susannah, whose face was flushed red. Although Mycroft had a much higher EQ than Sherlock, the two brothers had the same arrogance - just because of the Holmes' heart. Jingui's brains, they are indeed qualified to be arrogant.

After closing the office door, Isabella casually looked at the new office, which was much larger than the original one and had all the functional facilities.However, it is still an old-school gentleman style with no personal preference. The small glass lamp on the desk has been passed down through generations. Its chubby belly is the switch, and the paint on that place is almost The grinding is gone, revealing the iron skin inside.

"What is Michael X?" Isabella couldn't help asking after listening to it for so long.

Mycroft sat behind the table and replied succinctly: "The notorious leader of a criminal organization in the Caribbean—Michael X."

She nodded and sat down on the chair opposite Mycroft unceremoniously.

"Any questions about the fiftieth anniversary of the George VI Day Program?" he said, eyes downcast, as he read the papers on his desk.

"Is the stand-in going to go through the procedure tomorrow?" Isabella asked.

As Her Majesty grows older, the rehearsals of the security procedures before many events are completed by doubles. They are about the same height as members of the royal family, and solve some small problems for the Queen, such as whether the sun will shine directly on Her Majesty's body The eyes and what position can make the public feel friendly but can ensure the safety of the Queen.

"Yes," Mycroft nodded, "everything is ready."

"I want to go to the site to see and get familiar with the process."

When he flicked through the document, Mycroft frowned, and said disapprovingly: "Your substitute has been found, and she can perfectly solve the problem for you. I thought the document Anthea sent to you has already said it." Very detailed?"

"It's very detailed..." Isabella struggled for a while and agreed with him, "Okay..."

McCoff hummed, and continued to lower his head to review his documents, and the office fell into silence for a while.

The retro clock on the wall was ticking, and Mycroft didn't say anything to drive her away, so she just sat on the leather chair and stared blankly in a daze.

"I want to change my name."

Mycroft misspelled a letter.He raised his head in astonishment, the surprise in his eyes was quickly concealed, and he asked, "What?"

"Codenames, they all have them."

Only then did Mycroft understand, he crossed out the wrong word calmly, put down his pen and took a sip of water.

"Grandma's code name is Sharon, brother's code name is Steve..."

"What do you want to change?"

"Frances."

Mycroft couldn't help laughing. He rested his hands on his chin, leaned his elbows on the table, and asked, "Just tell Anthea about this kind of thing. Did you come to me just for this matter?"

"..." Isabella was silent for a while, and after thinking for a long time, she found a reason that seemed more legitimate, "Maybe it's a concern about London?"

"London? It's fine," Mycroft snapped back.

"That's the concern for the whole of the UK."

"You heard it just now, everything is fine."

"..." Isabella choked in her throat, and she said sullenly, "Then can I ask about my current surveillance level?"

"As before, since you lived in 221B, I have let go of a lot of energy. At least I only need to watch a surveillance report to accurately grasp the whereabouts of you and Sherlock," Mycroft said calmly. If you are free, you can go back to Windsor Castle to live for a while, as far as I know, Her Royal Highness Princess Beatrice is recuperating there."

"……not at all."

Mycroft smirked and changed the subject, "How is your memory palace practice?"

"Well... it's okay, Sherlock helped me a lot," Isabella said hesitantly, when she thought of the Memory Palace, she subconsciously pressed her temples, and she seemed to have another headache, "By the way, may I ask?" How can I control my thoughts? When I am thinking, I often have some distracting thoughts to disturb me. At first, it was just some sudden birds and bells ringing suddenly, but later, as long as I go back to the memory palace, I can see Something that hurts to think about."

"Put your thoughts aside," Mycroft said rationally, "and keep them in the house."

"I tried, but I can't. What about you? Do you have someone who thinks about it day and night? When he occupies your brain, it seems extremely cruel to remove him from your brain."

"..." Mycroft remained silent. He couldn't tell her that no matter when he was in an empty office or a relaxed home, he could always smell a familiar fragrance of flowers. Barefoot, the girl walked towards him through a large rose garden, holding extremely delicate double-petaled roses in her hands.

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啊，我也想加更，但最近太忙了，马上我又要迎来一连串考试，然后又要被关起来复习了。我在尽量抽空更。感谢在2021-01-1300:13:19~2021-01-1701:27:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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