Head north on Thames Street, go straight for 30 minutes, then south for 10 minutes.

After that, the carriage went up a steep ramp and quickly changed direction several times, presumably to the interior of the manor.

The carriage gradually stopped.

Angelil's eyes narrowed, she pretended to be asleep, and looked at everything around her vigilantly.

The carriage curtain was quickly lifted, and Angelil thought it was some dirty police detective, but she didn't expect that it was a maid who came in.

When she saw Angelil, she said softly.

"Excuse me, is it Miss Angelyl?"

Angelyl slowly opened her eyes, looking sleepy-eyed.

"You ......"

"I'm Rami, I'm here to pick you up."

The maid crawled in hand and foot, took out the key, and opened the handcuffs for Angelil.

Angelyl didn't think she was as amiable as she seemed, she must have been kidnapped by someone with a heart to make her miss tomorrow morning's competition.

Her instincts tell her that her kidnapper is Olivia.

She pursed her lips and asked quickly.

"Who asked you to come?"

The maid lifted Angelyl up, but Angelyl shook her hand away.

After a little direction, she took a step towards the mansion in the center of the courtyard, where she decided to meet Olivia herself.

The maid was stunned and hurried to follow Angelyle.

"It was Master Altaman who asked me to pick you up, and he was waiting for you in the reception room."

"Ottaman?"

Angelil felt as if she had heard the name somewhere, "Son of the Duke of Oberon?" ”

The maid nodded, and she took two steps forward, pulled the door open for Angelelle, and waited aside.

Under the watchful eye of the maid, Angelyl walked in expressionlessly, and when she stepped on the carpet, she smelled a strong fragrance that made her dizzy.

After a moment of identifying the composition of the perfume, Angelil took a breath and walked deeper down the hall.

The carpet in the mansion was much softer than the one at home, but it was still a little worse than the one in Oreo's office. On either side of the carpet stood cabinets filled with sculptures.

The space further up the corridor is filled with oil paintings, these works of art from different eras are piled up in a straight line, and the owner of the room seems to want to use this cramped arrangement to sublimate the artistry of the oil paintings.

Along the carpet, Angelil went straight to the end.

At the end of the carpet was a grand staircase, and white jade marble poured down from the second floor like a waterfall, and a brightly dressed man stood at the end of the staircase.

Like Olivia, the Oberon family seems to like to wear red, but Angelyl unilaterally feels that red is not suitable for men.

Altaman shook the glass in his hand and smiled.

"Miss Angelil, we have finally met."

"Master Ottaman."

Angelyl half-squatted and saluted, "What's the matter with letting me come here so late?" ”

"It's not to let, it's to please."

Ottaman corrected.

After saying that, he turned around, put his right hand behind his back, and walked towards the second floor step by step.

Looking at Ottaman's back, Angelyl thought about what had happened tonight, and it made her feel sick again.

So she spoke loudly to Ottaman's back.

"Master Ottaman, if it's okay, I'll leave first."

Ottaman ignored her, much to Angelyl's surprise.

Soon two maids emerged from the hallway, one standing behind Angelil, one on the left and one on the right, and although they didn't say a word, Angelil clearly understood what they were up to.

She sighed, glanced worriedly in the direction of the door, then lifted the hem of her skirt and walked towards the second floor.

Going up to the second floor, the temperature in the hall was noticeably higher.

It seems that before winter arrives, the house has already been lit with a fire, which is simply a luxury.

The moment Angelyl stepped up the last staircase, the door in front of her opened.

The door gradually opened, and the clear night sky spread out in Angelil's eyes.

The night sky is clear, and the stars and moon are high. Under the starry sky is a sea of clouds, and with the blowing of the night breeze, the soft clouds change visibly to the naked eye, like a dancing veil. Beneath the sea of clouds, lush pine forests sway with the night breeze.

The deep blue night sky, the deep green forest sea, the white soft clouds and the bright starlight, this wonder of nature changes outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and just looking at it can make people feel infinitely emotional.

"You may be seated."

Ottaman's voice came from not far away.

Angelyl turned her head, and she noticed the round table at the edge of the hall, where Ottaman sat on one side of it, and opposite him was a chair with two glasses of poured red wine.

"Master Altaman,"

Angelyl sat down, staring into Ottaman's eyes in a firm tone.

"What the hell is calling me so late?"

“......”

Ottaman fell silent in a rare way.

He has come into contact with many women over the years, but this is the first time he has seen Angelyl like him.

With the name of the Oberon family alone, he can make many women happy, and with money, he can get the rest of it.

As for the noble ladies or the ladies of Turin, he would find an opportunity to invite them to this mansion -

There are no more than twenty mansions like this built on the North Hill in Turin.

Normally, the house itself can make many women change their opinion of Ottaman from the bottom of their hearts, and under the interplay of alcohol, beauty, money, and power, he doesn't think that any woman can escape his clutches-

Of course, this was not the case with the orders of the Duke of Oberon himself, but Otaman unilaterally thought that he could modify part of it.

However, Angelil's feedback was not good, so he decided to treat Angelil in a different way.

Ottaman shook his head and said with a feigned sadness.

"Miss Angelil, it's not easy to invite you over for a drink."

Angelyl swallowed.

"Olivia told you to do this, you'd better let me go back early, mom will have someone come to me."

Ottaman said in surprise.

"Miss Angelille, I don't think your mother can find here."

Angelyl ignored the threat, not believing that she was at the mercy of Ottaman at all, and her attitude became tougher.

"Mom will ask Mr. Oreo, he will definitely find this place."

"Oreo."

Ottaman muttered, "Oreo Plavor, I've heard of him, he's the husband of the Black Queen Atifa, and Rhaea's lieutenant on the expedition to the North in 223...... He was indeed brilliant. ”

The implication of Ottaman is that the current Oreo is not worth mentioning at all.

"You've heard of him too?"

"It's not just me, I've heard his name in the whole of Turin, and besides, his surname is rare, isn't it?"

At the mention of the name Oreo, Angelil's expression changed visibly.

Ottaman noticed this, and he became interested, leaning forward, his eyes darling.

"Why, Miss Angelille, are you curious about the story of that third-rate detective, and as a person who has experienced several of them, I may be able to tell you his story."

Angelyl shuddered, but it was mental, not physical, and she still didn't seem to be able to get used to the smell of the room.

She covered her nose and said quickly.

"Well, I'd like to hear it."

"Miss Angelyl, there is a price to be paid for listening to stories." Pointing to the red wine on the table, Ottaman whispered.