[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Auston fell into a deep silence, and might not be able to digest the shocking news that it was the top national power of the British Empire who came to rescue them for a while.

It was very quiet outside the window, not even the insect squeaks that are common this season.The two fell into a long silence, and each other's breathing could be clearly heard in the dim, dilapidated warehouse.Isabella felt that she was not well. Her cheeks were hot, and the tight sportswear she was wearing seemed to be soaked in cold sweat. She couldn't help shivering slightly, eager to find a source of heat.

Isabella was caught again in that gap where fantasy and reality intersected before, and this time there was an innocent blonde girl, laughing wantonly, blowing soap bubbles on a green lawn.Snapped!The bubble burst, and the dream collapsed. Isabella knew that it was her mother's childhood. Although she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she knew it.

The leisurely and comfortable rural scenery in the dream was gradually replaced by darkness, and she saw a pair of sharp eyes that seemed to see through everything.

It was Mycroft Holmes.

The temporary tinnitus was relieved, and only then did Isabella hear the loud roar of the helicopter propeller outside.Mycroft lowered his head to untie the rope on her wrist, and Isabella smelled a cool pine fragrance in a trance.

The smell of gasoline representing gunpowder smoke and fire and this extremely cold fragrance match surprisingly well on him, just like McCoff himself, even in the midst of danger, the towering snow-capped mountains are calm and composed.

"Were you in a meeting before..." Isabella glanced at McCoff's slightly formal bow tie and asked weakly.

"Don't talk, you have a fever." Mycroft said seriously. He didn't answer Isabella's question directly, but took off his suit jacket and put it on Her Royal Highness's thin shoulders.

Auston boarded the helicopter first with the support of the agent on the side.Mycroft put his arms around Isabella's legs and easily lifted her up horizontally.

"Please forgive me for being rude." But his tone did not mean being rude at all. McCoff carried Isabella and walked quickly to the cabin, where there were a full set of medical equipment and skilled doctors.Isabella cryptically mentioned the injury to him on the phone.

As the cold wind blew by, Isabella subconsciously searched for the nearest heat source. She buried her head in Mycroft's chest and said sullenly before losing consciousness: "I'm sorry..."

This sentence was very light, so light that it was scattered in the wind before the words fell.Her voice was low, with a little soft milky voice, and the grievance in her words made McCoff look down at the girl who was holding on to his suit and vest in her arms.Her big emerald-like eyes that always shone with aura were tightly closed, and her rose-like soft lips were also dry and peeled due to lack of dripping water. Her cheeks were flushed with fever, and the calm Princess looked Much more pleasing to the eye.

Mycroft's dissatisfaction with being interrupted at work finally eased a little. He moved his facial expression slightly, and the low pressure and cold face along the way showed signs of loosening.

As soon as she boarded the plane, Isabella was picked up by the doctor on standby for preliminary diagnosis and treatment.After making arrangements for everything, McCoff sat down.Auston sat next to him not daring to breathe. If possible, why wasn't he the one who fainted at the moment?

"I think so too." Mycroft said with a half-smile.

"Uh!" Alston lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Mycroft. The businessman's intuition told him that the trouble and danger of this person in front of him had reached an unimaginable level.

"Maybe Mr. Hill can tell me how you almost made Britain and Germany declare war?" Mycroft opened his pocket watch and looked down at the time.

"Sorry, what did you say? War?"

"Mr. Oston von Hill, you are of German origin." Mycroft joked innocuously, "In the eighteenth century, your behavior deserved a declaration of war between the two countries."

Auston obviously couldn't understand Mycroft's cold humor. He dejectedly recounted their experience, focusing on Isabella's reasoning.

"Berdych Brook, who used to drive a car for the financial manager of the marketing department in the Hill Group for three years, was fired two months ago because of a fight. Berdych was addicted to gambling and owed... 50 pounds. "Mycroft read aloud calmly with the document in his hand, "Bottasmir, the coach of the Z&Y skydiving agency, helped Berdych retrieve your personal information from the backstage. Both of them were arrested by MI6."

"Oh, exactly as Isabella guessed..."

"Since the plane still has 15 minutes to land, I think this is enough time for Mr. Hill to talk about their naughty club, after all..." Mycroft looked at the changed expression of Alston, showing that he was determined to win when he saw the prey "After all, the paint on Mr. Hill's face may have been wiped too hastily and not carefully. What's more, the paint on the sleeves of your expensive sports coat is also eye-catching."

"..." Auston faced the menacing gaze of the Circus leader, cold sweat dripping from the corner of his forehead. He probably enjoyed the exclusive one-on-one interrogation of MI6, and it was a super deluxe version.

"I..." Alston said with difficulty, "we didn't do anything illegal... just a group of young people who like to challenge themselves."

"You know that. You know that's not what I'm talking about."

"...It's really just like this. Well, we still gossip about things in the circle in private. It's normal. Young people always talk about something interesting when they get together."

Mycroft smiled and said, "A group of young people who are about to take over the business empire?"

"..." Alston faltered, "We really didn't do anything bad, this is a deadly order. Isabel personally ordered it."

"What is the identity of Her Royal Highness in it?" Mycroft stared at Auston, and the plane had 2 minutes to land.

"..."

McCoff was not in a hurry. He lowered his head and fiddled with the pocket watch in his hand, seemingly unintentionally: "Bottasmir——your skydiving instructor said her name was Rosie. You all call her that."

"...well, Isabella is the founder, codenamed Rosie."

Exactly, 2 minutes.Immediately, Mycroft stood up, retracted his pocket watch, and stretched his stiff neck.

"Sir, arrived at Butts Hospital." The heavily armed agent whispered.

"Send Her Royal Highness to the private ward immediately." Mycroft ordered coldly, turning his head and glanced at Auston, who subconsciously shook his body.Mycroft smiled gently, "Give Mr. Hill a check."

"..." Realizing that he had said too much that shouldn't be said, Auston felt sad.

"The files of this operation are blocked. I will personally interrogate all the records of the operation. After 10 minutes, I will answer the call of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Mycroft said.

"Yes, Sir!" The agent snapped to attention.

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