Matriarch of the Hockleys

"You want me to testify for you!?" Andrew looked at Ismay in disbelief.

"What false testimony?" Ismay retorted unhappily, "As long as you say in front of the media that you never heard Smith say those things." "It's very simple for you, isn't it?"

"Are you still dreaming? Ismay, even if I speak for you, your reputation will be ruined! What's more, do you think it's right for the dead Smith to do so?" Of course Ismay understood her own feelings. His reputation has been ruined. Before he came to Andrew, he was ready to abscond with the money. The reason why he came to Andrew was only because he was unwilling.

"And it's really your fault, isn't it? Ismay, if it wasn't for you, how could the Titanic hit the iceberg so easily. If you didn't arrange only 20 lifeboats to save money, how could it have caused so much trouble?" Big casualties!" Andrew began to vent his dissatisfaction, because of the Titanic accident, he has lost his foothold in this industry.

"Andrew, Smith has passed away, but we are still alive. You have to think about us alive first." Ismay kept persuading, but Andrew, who was determined, remained unmoved.

He put down the teacup in his hand, turned around and walked towards the bedroom, "I'm a little tired, you should go back!"

Ismay looked at Mr. Andrew's back and showed a crazy smile. "Andrew!"

At the moment Mr. Andrew was about to speak, "噗嗤~" There was a sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the body. Enduring the severe pain, Andrew turned his head with difficulty, his face was full of disbelief, "You actually,"

"Andrew, you forced me!" As he said, Ismay pulled out his dagger and stabbed it a few more times.

Ismay glanced at Andrew lying in a pool of blood, and put the dagger into his pocket.

After confirming that Andrew has passed out, Ismay will

Throwing the kerosene lamp on the sofa, he left the hotel in a hurry.

"Emily, Emily?" A chunky figure appeared sneakily near the pier.

"I'm here," "Has the boat arrived yet!?" Ismay asked anxiously. "It's already here, let's go!" Emily hurriedly pulled Ismay towards the shadow.

A dilapidated ship was docked near the pier. Under the dim light, two figures were sneaking forward.

"Why did you come here?" A bald man said with some dissatisfaction, "I will take you to the room. Remember, you are not allowed to come out during this period. I will call you when I arrive in the United States. I will send the food to the room."

"Okay," Ismay and the others hurriedly followed. When they entered the room, Ismay frowned a little dissatisfied, but he also understood that he was smuggled to the United States, and being able to stay in such a room was already very good. If he hadn't stuffed enough money, he might have to live in the utility room.

"I'm going to take a shower first." Ismay ignored Emily and walked straight to the bathroom. "I'll get you pajamas later," Emily replied.

After Ismay closed the door, Emily stretched out her hand and slowly opened it.When she saw some dried blood in her hand, she opened her mouth in horror.But remembering that she would still rely on Ismay in the future, she suppressed her panic and kept rubbing her palms.

When the bloodstains disappeared, she breathed a sigh of relief.She unpacked, took out Ismay's pajamas and walked to the bathroom door, "Honey, I'm coming in,"

Then, there was another blushing gasping sound from the bathroom.

Three days later, 'White Star boss Ismay absconded with money, suspected of killing Titanic designer' made headlines in the New York Times.

"This Ismay is tough enough." Old Mr. Hockley looked at the newspaper in his hand. "By the way, do you have any plans for today?" He looked at Carl who was sitting opposite.

Carl took a sip of coffee and said, "I contacted that Mr. Bruce yesterday. I'm going to visit their house later." I don't know if Andrea missed him, but a smile appeared in Carl's eyes.

"You just need to be sensible," said old Mr. Hockley, keeping his eyes on the newspaper. "Be careful with the gift, after all, they were also frightened in that shipwreck."

"Understood, that's right, father, I'm going to inspect a business in New York by the way, and I may have to stay in my residence in New York for a while." Carl put down the knife in his hand. "kindness."

"Leger, how do I look today?" Carl straightened his hair in the mirror. "Handsome as ever," Leger said respectfully.

"Let's go!" Carl smiled at the mirror and left the room.

After nearly two hours of driving, the car arrived at Mr. Bruce's residence.

"You go back first and let someone arrange things." Karl ordered. "Yes, sir. When will I pick you up this afternoon?" "No, Mr. Bruce should send someone to take me back. You go first!" "Yes, sir."

The car quickly disappeared at the end of the road, and Carl knocked on the door of Bruce's house with a well-prepared gift.

"Mr. Hockley, good morning." Eden stood at the door and said with a smile, "Good morning, Mr. Bruce."

"Sit down first! Mr. Hockley, Eamon, go and bring up two cups of coffee." Eden smiled and beckoned Carl to sit down.

"Is Miss Bruce not at home today? I even prepared a special gift for her." Carl looked around from the corner of his eye, and asked with some doubts.

"Andrea is still going upstairs, Lisa, go ask Miss to come down." Eden smiled dotingly, but there was a trace of scrutiny in his eyes.Could he be...

"The shipwreck was really thrilling, and I stayed at home to rest for a while." Carl made a look of lingering fear, "So this time I specially brought a shock package for Mrs. Bruce and Miss Bruce. It’s a gift from me. Although it’s not very expensive, it’s a little thought from me.” Carl pushed the things to Eden, “I also brought you a bottle of red wine.”

"Mr. Hockley is polite," Eden smirked, "Andrea, Mr. Hockley has come to visit our house." He smiled and looked at Andrea who was standing at the stairs.

"Miss Bruce, long time no see, you seem even more beautiful." Carl looked at Andrea with a smile in his eyes.

Andrea smiled, "Mr. Hockley can really talk," she walked down the stairs slowly.

"Is Mr. Hockley here today?" Andrea's mouth had a standard arc.

"Andrea," Eden interrupted her, "won't Mr. Hockley have a taste of the coffee? I brought it back from Germany." Eden raised his cup and invited.

"Of course, Mr. Bruce should call me Carl, 'Mr. Hockley' is too unfamiliar." Carl took a sip of coffee obediently.

Andrea, who felt left out, couldn't help pouted.snort!

Noticing his sister's displeasure at a glance, Eden turned his head and ordered, "Bring Miss a dessert." "Yes." "Andrea," he tilted his head to signal Andrea to sit beside him.

Carl, who has been secretly paying attention to Andrea, has a smile in his eyes, he is really a lovely person. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit these days."

"Mr. Hockley doesn't need to say that," Eden didn't want to change his words, he thought he hadn't gotten to know Carl that well yet. "After all, the Hockley family's business scope has always been very wide. It's normal to be a little busy just after returning home. On the contrary, you came here from Philadelphia on purpose. It's too troublesome to go back and forth."

"Mr. Hockley is going back to Philadelphia today?" Andrea suddenly felt a little downcast, "Not yet. Although the two places are relatively close, it takes four or five hours to get back and forth, which is still a bit troublesome. I just want to inspect New York The firm should stay in New York during this period of time." It seems that Andrea has already taken care of herself a little bit, Carl thought happily.

"I'm afraid Miss Bruce hasn't visited New York much these days?" Carl took a sip of his coffee.

"Not yet, Eden has never let me go out." Andrea said a little unhappy.

"Mr. Bruce is also worried about Miss Bruce, but after a few days of rest, Miss Bruce should be able to go out! If Miss Bruce wants to visit New York, I don't know, do I have the honor to be your guide?" Karl ignored the frowning Eden, and looked straight at Andrea.

"Is it okay?" Andrea looked at Eden with an excited face. "Of course!" Eden couldn't help blurting out as his sister watched pitifully.

When he realized what he said, he looked at Karl opposite him with an unhappy face.Damn, Andrea is still so young, he still wants old cows to eat tender grass.

At this time, Eden has already confirmed that Carl Hockley, this guy who is older than himself, has taken a fancy to his younger sister!Beast!Eden was going crazy, but there was always a faint smile on his face.

"Andrea," Eden smiled and pushed the dessert in front of Andrea. He was really worried that she would be taken away by the old man.Carl's long journey of chasing his wife has appeared a terrible creature - brother-in-law (┯_┯)

"No need, you are quite busy when you come to inspect the firm, and you don't have much time, so why bother you."

"It's nothing. While inspecting the firm, I just happened to be able to show Miss Bruce a tour of New York. You must know that the Hockley's firm happens to be located in a prosperous area." Carl smiled and looked at Andrea who was struggling with desserts. "And Miss Bruce should also be looking forward to visiting New York!"

The author has something to say: The author still wants to open a hole and plans to save the manuscript first.At present, it is definitely an old saying. I don’t know if everyone likes the relaxed farming text, or Gongdou’s.You can mention your preferences in the comments.I will let you know when I have saved tens of thousands of words.

PS: The author once again wishes all the little angels a family reunion and a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! (^_^)