"Vacation?!"

"Take a vacation."

"Then we're going to lose some money again." The steward hesitated even more.

"It won't be lost for long."

With Serra's decision to shoot the case, the laundry had its most relaxing moment.

The slaves who taught themselves the language of Lilenni went out to the streets on weekends to meet the neighborhood, make friends, and live a relaxed and happy life.

Compared with the Mawson laundry next door to them, the black slaves did not even have the most basic sleep time because of their non-stop work day and night, and they already had a lot of grievances.

At the urging of her father, she took Serra to visit her in person, only to find that the gate of the castle was closed, and the courtyard was covered with fine ash, and Rosehill did not know how long she had been gone.

Sandburn was also not interested in men, and felt completely offended, and on a warm weekend, the man who said goodbye to Mawson Manor got on a boat back to the capital.

Before leaving, she also loaded Serra with a handful of gold coins, and knowing that she was having a hard time here, she said, "You are welcome to come to me for the money of a first-class ticket." ”

This was too ambiguous, so he almost asked her to be a lover, but Serra refused with a smile.

Just a few days after sending off this noble lady, another uninvited guest came to the house.

A wealthy baron who came from thousands of miles to attend the wedding was introduced by the family to Serra's blind date.

I don't know what kind of wind Josie blew in Lizzie's ears again, and he actually made him agree to marry his daughter, or to a widower whose ex-wife had just died.

The family arranged for the two of them to go out together, and if they were interested in each other, they decided to settle the matter.

Night.

Serra got into the car and was invited out for coffee by Baron Leiden.

The other party is over thirty years old, and when he laughs and talks, there are three deep folds on his forehead, which is not good-looking, "What does Miss Sierra like to do in her daily life?" ”

"There's nothing to do." Sierra looked out the window, bored.

Leiden was not pulled down because of her coldness, and continued to smile and find a topic: "Investment? I heard that you opened a factory and butcher shop with the help of your family, and you are a rare talented woman. ”

Serra turned her head, and the light and shadow outside the window fell on her face, the shadows were distinct, and the flaming red lips outlined a mocking arc: "I need to make a clarification, I opened the factory and the butcher shop by myself to find someone to work with, and it has nothing to do with my father, and it would be even more ridiculous to say that the little pocket money he gave me was used as capital to invest in the shares, and my mother, Mrs. Cremans, had a large fortune in his pocket." ”

Layton watched the girl in front of him become extremely aggressive, and was intrigued by the wildness in her.

Those gentle little women play too much, and such a bright and beautiful beauty makes him feel very challenging.

"I'm sorry, but I also listened to one-sided words." He asked the driver to stop in front of a bar, "How about I ask you to have a drink to cool off?" ”

Eric had just finished a day of training and was about to have a late night snack with a group of friends when he saw the petite figure getting out of the classic car.

Wearing only a thin silk vest and red dress, with long hair coiled up and a slender neck, Serra's outstanding appearance and temperament are a dust swan in this chaotic dark alley.

He saw her beautiful dress and an old man enter the smoky bar, and the corners of his lips immediately drooped, and his brows tightened.

A street prostitute wrapped around his strong body under his military uniform, her fingers with red nails touched his chest, and her voice was charming: "Soldiers who are about to go to war, do you want to enter my jungle before parting?" It's free for you. ”

"Haha, you have a good eye, Eric is promoted soon." Partner, in the back, you have a blessed expression.

Eric didn't even bother to glance at it, grabbed the prostitute's wrist and pushed the person into his partner's arms, patted the collar, "I'm going to a bar." ”

"To the bar? Are you in for a treat? ”

"Hmm." He answered without looking back, and walked with his long legs in a hurry.

The dimly lit and noisy tavern, the sexy whiskey girls selling liquor everywhere, and the pungent cigarette smoke in the air was uncomfortable, including the gaze that fell on them, with the look at the goods, which was disgusting.

Serra pursed her lips, knowing in her heart what the old man had brought her here for, thinking that her 18-year-old girl was innocent and easy to deceive.

In order to show off his financial resources and demeanor, Leiden chartered a small box behind a curtain of stained glass beads, and a few bottles of expensive whiskey were served.

"Beauty and spirits, I haven't experienced such a life for a long time." Layton poured her a glass of wine and said seriously: "I won't tell you Miss Serra, I have been guarding my deceased wife for 5 years, but the first time I have heard Master Lizzie talk about you, the first time I have seen you in the newspaper..."

He paused, "It may seem abrupt to say that, but I think I fell in love with you at first sight, if you don't mind my past..."

"I don't mind." Serra took the lemon from the rim of the glass and stuffed it into her mouth, the sour taste invaded her taste buds, clearing her smoky mind.

"You can think about it, although I am a baron, I have a lot of assets in my family, whether it is agriculture or mineral investment, my financial resources are enough to make you luxurious and worry-free for the rest of your life." Layton moved his hand pressed against the table, and reached for the slender hand that was also resting on the table.

Sierra immediately put her hands on her knees, words like that she had heard in the mouth of the dead Nelson.

She raised her eyes and said, "I don't know what my dad said, but I don't have any intention of getting married at the moment, I'm not short of money, and the age gap between us is huge." ”

Seeing that she still didn't eat this oil and rice, and even the seats had to be with him on the north and south sides of the table, and her hands didn't touch her high posture, Leiden's dissatisfied voice was very low, and every word was slanderous:

"You're going to get married sooner or later, and I don't mind that you've ever meddled in the affairs of Duke Rosehill and Miss Sander, and you still dislike me as a widower?"

Sierra rolled her eyes inwardly, barely polite on her face, "Who told you that I got involved with Rosehill and Tander." ”

"Looks like you don't know yet?" Layton laughed, "The king has decreed the marriage of Duke Rosehill, and the matter of your closeness to the Duke is clear to the entire upper circle of Wally. ”

He drank a second glass of whiskey, and under the influence of the alcohol, his tone became even more disdainful and frivolous, "I don't mind that Miss Sierra has been a lover and has an unclean body, and you don't mind that I'm old, I'm really sincere to you." ”

"Huh." Sierra sneered.

She grabbed the wine glass on the table and swallowed a sip of the spirit, her burning throat making her resist the urge to smash people with bottles in public.

"I'll go first, and hopefully there's no next chance to meet, Mr. Layton."

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