Isabella was slightly stunned as she straightened her hair, and looked at Hall, who was holding a business card and had a mocking smile on the corner of her mouth, speechless.

She thought that there was no personal relationship between the two, but because of Margaret's repeated pleas, she had to come to the other party to talk to each other, and she didn't expect to get a response at all.

"Didn't I make it clear why Margaret would ask you for financing?" Isabella said bluntly.

Hall shook his head: "To be honest, I'm a little confused. Margaret's business was in crisis, and you learned from you that I was making a lot of money, and she wanted to invest in me the last time we met at Fashion Week.

Today, it directly brought you in, so what role do you play in this? ”

"You doubt me?" Isabel asked incredulously, holding her hand over the sink, "Margaret designed me two dinner dresses this year, so we became friends. As for you, I've only heard your name occasionally, and I've mentioned it to her by chance. ”

Hall turned to the side and looked at her head-on, "So, isn't it exactly what you want me to give Margaret a chance to finance, why are you blocking your friend's good deeds?" ”

Isabella was stunned, a trace of shame appeared on her face, and she stumbled: "...... Yes, I hope my friend will solve the trouble, but ...... Not through you, you and I ......"

Margaret's business is now a big hole, and anyone who falls into it will get mud all over the place.

"She doesn't care if Hall is dead or alive, and she doesn't mind selling Margaret a trivial favor, but the premise is that she can't be involved." I can't put it into words.

"Oh, don't think about it, I just helped introduce a VC agency. This would be a normal business project. Hol raised his business card.

Isabella didn't want to take it, but she had to accept it, it was about the face of the nobles.

Glancing back at the box at the end of the hallway, he regretted why he had agreed to Margaret's plea, and the "skill" he had learned from his parents' words and deeds was still immature......

Hall watched as she put her business card in her wallet and nodded in satisfaction: "Margaret has designed you for this dress really good, very beautiful." ”

A white shirt is worn over a black casual suit, long blond hair is hidden by a navy hat, a tie of the same color is slanted diagonally on the chest, and low-top canvas shoes are slack.

This outfit is full of neutral style, with a bit of decadent sexual coldness, in today's era of flared jeans and floral skirts, it is very refreshing and heroic.

"It's really good-looking...... Hall thought to himself.

Isabella has been receiving such appreciation from everyone around her since she was a child, and the corners of her mouth are slightly curled: "Is there anything else?" ”

"Do you think there's something wrong with me?" Hall asked rhetorically.

Isabella restrained her smile, said "goodbye" lightly, and turned around and left without hesitation.

"It's better to have something else." Hall muttered to himself and left the theater to return to the company.

He actually wanted to explain things directly to his face, but it was somewhat difficult to say.

"Why are you pretending you don't know me?"; Or "You've heard my name, but you didn't react at all when we met."

It's too embarrassing to say.

Master Huo is a decent person, and if he has a choice, there is no need to be reckless to the end. Leaving the theater and returning to the company, he called Caroline to repeat the story as it was.

After discussion, the two decided to use Margaret as an introduction and follow this line. In the end, whether the other party intentionally or unintentionally, there is room for manoeuvre.

After taking care of the business, Hall and the real estate agent who had made an appointment in the morning went to the residential area near Hyde Park to see the property.

Near Hyde Park is a well-known and wealthy area, and the most famous is probably the swan in Hyde Park. Foreigners who come here to catch one can get a free return ticket.

All the birds in London are theoretically the private property of the royal family, and no one cares if the stupid birds fly into the subway or train.

"£20 million, £AEC1200 million for business investment, £5 million for individuals. The remaining three million are simply consumed, and the budget is too sufficient, which is a bit difficult to do. ”

Hall counted the accounts in his heart, holding a stack of real estate information: "Is there anything better?" ”

“…… Uh, I can contact another colleague, please let me give me a call. ”

The intermediary walked to the distance with the phone, lowered his voice and said excitedly: "Hey, you have a price of 150 ...... No, there is no cap on the listing of more than 1.8 million pounds! ”

"Brother, are you telling a joke? This year, the average transaction price of properties in the entire London area is 67,000 pounds per unit, and you tell me 1.8 million pounds, the queen is looking for you to buy a house? The voice on the other end of the line replied lazily.

The intermediary covered his mouth: "FXXX, I'm telling you seriously, I'm serving a big guy." You just need to know that people are too lazy to look at a house under 1.5 million pounds, and if there is a house that meets the standards, recommend it to me quickly, and you will have a copy of this transaction! ”

"Shit! These shit bigwigs are really rich, don't let the fat sheep run away, I'll be right away! There was a clash of teacups on the phone.

The intermediary's expression suddenly became serious, and he admonished: "Listen, don't think about using your brain, don't think about it at all!" I have good things to think of you first, don't pit me! ”

A person who can spend 2 million pounds to buy a house is at least worth hundreds of millions of dollars with a little estimate, and such a big man is enough to influence the political election of a region.

Even if it is placed in the whole of England, it belongs to the top of the pyramid of a small group of people, how can they be casually pitted by small intermediaries.

In fact, there are very few such clients who can see the property in person, and most of them deal with private lawyers and finances, and they do not know the real identity of the buyer when the house is closed.

The colleague on the phone was silent for a few seconds, calmed down, and said with a sneer: "Look at my mouth, I'm sorry, I always confuse the fat sheep with God." ”

The agent hung up the phone with a smile on his face: "I've been waiting, Mr. Hall, my colleague will come soon, while I'm waiting, I'll introduce you to this house again......"

…………

“…… A few days ago, I heard my brother, who works at Buckingham Palace, say that Her Majesty is leaving the palace......"

"Yes, my husband and they are making travel plans for the Queen, and now the economic situation is not good, and the Queen needs to come forward to reassure the people...... It is said that the first stop was Eton College. ”

"Oh, Eton College, I really don't know if the queen loves it or hates it......"

In a luxuriously decorated small living room, several ladies with exquisite makeup and elegant manners are drinking afternoon tea and chatting and exchanging various news.

The girl in a black suit, holding a navy hat to cover the loose tie on her chest, her blue eyes fluttered into the small living room, quietly walked by, and trotted upstairs.

All the way back to the bedroom, closed the door and let out a long breath.

"Click."

The bedroom door was opened from the outside, and a noblewoman with a look very similar to a girl between her eyebrows and eyes walked in: "You're messing with that costume designer named Howell again, aren't you?" ”

"Mom, aren't you having afternoon tea with Aunt Wood?" Isabella's eyes wandered, her hands wringing her hat.

Mrs. Gloucester frowned, "Yes, I was happily drinking afternoon tea until I saw you return. ”

“…… Mom, I'm 17 years old and I have the right to decide how I dress. Isabella pursed her lips in reply.

Mrs. Gloucester nodded: "Yes, you are 17 years old, but you have not yet learned the appearance and demeanor of a noble lady. Your father and I really spoil you so much, it looks like we'll have to find some time to talk. ”

"If that's all you're talking about, I think it's time for you to go back to afternoon tea. I remember you saying that it was rude to leave the table alone while serving guests. Isabella expressed her attitude stubbornly.

Mrs. Gloucester sighed in disappointment, opened her mouth without making a sound, and left the bedroom.

Isabella's eyes were red with grievances, she did something wrong outside today, and she thought she could be comforted by her mother when she went home, but she was blamed before she could open her mouth.

Since she was a child, she was regarded as a hope by her parents, and everyone around her praised her.

She used to be proud of it, but now, she feels more and more depressed. All the hopes and compliments, like a big lock, firmly bound her to the cage of the "noble lady".