Looking at Brooke, who was constantly patting on the back, Pierre remembered his son, who was also a police officer. ∴ have passed so many days, I'm afraid he is more than lucky, alas!

Seeing the gloomy look on Pierre's face, Brooke guessed that he was thinking of the dead son again.

"Director, Childe will be safe. When the situation is stable, we will go to find Childe. Brooke said with great gratitude.

"Hopefully."

As soon as Pierre finished speaking, a policeman ran in.

"Director, Grant wants to see you!"

"What is this old fox doing? I haven't bothered him yet, but he's sent it himself! Brooke said, rolling up his sleeves and about to go out, looking at the posture to beat the old butler violently.

"Brooke, calm down. Why should people with chips in their hands be in a hurry? Go, bring Grant in. With that, Pierre got up and sat down at the table, lighting a cigarette.

Presumably, this old fox also saw what was broadcast on TV, so why did he come to himself? Pierre thought as he puffed on the smoke ring.

Brooke obediently lowered his sleeve again, and then went out and called Grant in. Grant lost his former majesty, and now looked like an ordinary old man.

"Hello, Director Pierre!" The old fox was unusual, and said very politely.

It seems that the guess was correct, and the news has already spread.

Pierre nodded in satisfaction and motioned for Grant to sit beside him. Grant hurriedly excused himself, at this time and at that time, how dare he be on an equal footing with others.

Seeing that Grant insisted, Pierre did not insist on it. He threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray and crossed his legs to look at the gray-haired old man.

"Tell me, Grant. What are you coming to me for? Pierre picked up the glass of water beside him, took a sip of water, and asked unhurriedly.

Anyway, now that the initiative is on his side, Pierre has nothing to worry about. Grant glanced at Brooke next to him, signaling that the man was not very talkative.

"It's okay, Grant. Brooke is my confidant, you can say anything you can say. Pierre put down the glass and said lightly.

"The old man has a lot of." Brooke clasped his hands and muttered, not at all leaving.

Brooke's voice was not small, and Pierre naturally heard it. But he pretended not to hear and waited for Grant to speak.

A hint of anger flashed in Grant's eyes, but he immediately returned to normal.

"I don't know, Director, did you just see the news on TV?" Grant asked cautiously. After all, this kind of thing can't contain fire in the paper, so before others retaliate, hurry up and make up for it.

"Well, just watched. I regret what happened to the Duke. Pierre replied simply, and directly pronounced the death sentence for the Duke of the Garter.

"So I think it's time to put the manor in your hands." Grant did not refute Pierre's words, and took a large handful of keys from his pocket and placed them on the table, "Here are the keys to all the places in the manor, including the Duke's study." ”

Grant remembers that Pierre asked for the key to his study, but he was ruthlessly refused. And what he said at the time made Pierre very uncomfortable, so Grant wanted to make amends.

Grant naturally didn't naively think that Pierre would forgive him, and now he has done everything he can, and then he will resign himself to fate.

"Besides, I'll take care of all the fields, so I don't need to trouble you anymore. All the grain harvested was distributed by the director, and I was too old to do it. Grant lowered his head and said, his flattery was compared to that of Brooke just now.

Pierre nodded in satisfaction, this Grant deserves to be an old fox. I know that I have no backer, so now I come to myself.

Looking at Grant's dog-legged appearance, Pierre thought for a moment what to do with the old guy. In fact, if Grant didn't come to give in, he might really kill him.

But now Pierre was going to spare his life. After all, he is the head of a game, and there is still a measure of this tolerance. What's more, Grant's previous words and small actions are really insignificant. And there are dozens of people on the manor, and they also need someone to help them take care of it.

Brooke may be a loyal subordinate, but his abilities are mediocre. There weren't many policemen left who survived the disaster this time, and Brooke was a short-cut general. Leaving those people in the manor to him to manage, Pierre really couldn't be relieved.

In Pierre's eyes, as long as they are not the ones who deceive themselves, they should be given a chance.

"Now that the Duke has had an accident, it is up to his children to take over the manor and keep the keys." Pierre pushed the key back and said pretendly.

"Director, it's not like you don't know. The Duke is a little daughter, and she has become a zombie. His two adopted sons died in the immediate aftermath of the disaster. If you don't take over the estate, who will you hand it over? Grant knew that Pierre was acting and had to persuade him again.

"Haven't you lived here for more than forty years? Wouldn't it be the same if you came to keep it? Grant Butler. Pierre stared at Grant and said playfully.

"Oh my God! Don't say that, Director! I'm just a servant! How can a servant dare to call the shots on his own!? Grant was so frightened by the director's words that he trembled.

"So, I'll have to take over the manor?" Pierre asked, pretending to be a little hesitant.

"It's you!" Grant replied with a hurried nod.

"Director, don't shirk! Only you can manage it here! When others come, I'm the first to disagree! Brooke on the side couldn't bear it anymore and opened his mouth to persuade.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Pierre stopped refusing and went down the steps.

"Since you all think so, I'll help Duke Garter manage the manor for the time being." Pierre reluctantly said, "But I'm just taking care of it." If the Duke survives, I will return this manor immediately!" ”

"Director, do you need me to show you the whole manor?" Grant was relieved to see that Pierre agreed, and it seemed that his fate would not be miserable.

"Forget it today. Whenever I want to go shopping, I'll call you. Steward Grant, go back. Pierre waved his hand and began to see off the guests.

With such a piece of feng shui treasure, Pierre needs to plan well and how he will develop in the future.

Seeing that Pierre still called himself a housekeeper, the stone in Grant's heart fell to the ground, at least saving this little life!

Grant respectfully retired, walked out of the room and closed the door.

"You wait for me! This manor will always belong to the Duke of the Garter! Grant turned his head and glared at the door fiercely, and said silently in his heart-