Arthur looked at his solemn partner and nodded with satisfaction.

What he admires most about Maltz is this cautious, serious attitude.

Only in this way will he feel at ease.

"Let's go to that lady Camille's house."

Arthur said, and walked forward.

The mannequins came out of there in the morning, and naturally they needed to be seen.

Maltz motioned for one of the patrolmen to go back and report the news, and one stayed behind to guard the scene, and the rest of the men followed.

However, after entering the White Bird neighborhood, another patrol officer was sent by Arthur to 6 White Bird Street - as partners, it is appropriate to help each other often, isn't it?

The head of Camille's family is Linda. Camille's mother, whose family is in the jewelry business, not only occupies a large share in South Los Too, but also has many industries in the inner bay, and is very wealthy - it is rumored that many noble knights have proposed to this lady Camille, but unfortunately they have all failed.

And therefore for Linda. There are also different opinions about who Camille's biological father is.

Some speculate that it was a wandering knight.

Some speculate that it was the old Count of South Los.

There is also speculation that it is the old lion of Neiwan.

However, it's all just speculation, and no one knows who it is.

Standing in front of Gate 22 of the White Bird Block, Arthur and Maltz waited quietly for the servants to return.

It's no wonder that when I was at the "Amanda Cat's Best Friends House" before, those rich girls were very interested in Linda. Camille is extra friendly – that's why. ’

Arthur thought silently in his heart as he recalled some rumors about Lady Camille.

A moment later, a gray-haired, but quick-moving butler stepped out.

Soldier!

Maltz was the first to confirm the familiar aura on the other party's body.

Arthur was a little surprised.

Because, when the old butler appeared, he secretly looked at him more than once—without any malice, just curiosity.

"Good morning, both of you."

"Camille's family welcomes them both."

"I'm Butler Orr."

The old butler politely welcomed Arthur and his party.

Then, before Arthur or Maltz could speak, the old butler continued.

"My master is already waiting in the small hall, please come with me!"

After saying that, the old butler turned around and walked towards the villa.

Arthur and Maltz glanced at each other, both stunned in each other's eyes.

Unlike the average lady from a wealthy family, this lady Camille rarely attends any salon parties except for essential activities, and she is rarely seen.

Therefore, Arthur and Maltz did not mean to really see each other.

They had planned to ask the butler about it.

'There's nothing going to be boring, is it?' ’

Arthur and Maltz thought together.

Without hesitation, Maltz gestured to the patrolman behind him.

One of the patrolmen remained silent and began to retreat.

With yesterday's incident at No. 14 White Bird Street, every patrol officer will not be careless, and in the same way, every patrol officer's heart is hot.

Danger, they are also afraid.

But the status of probationary police officers, they want more!

If there is the latter, the former is not a problem!

The remaining two patrolmen also looked serious, their batons clenched, and their eyes scanned around, both to be wary of the enemy and to look for fortifications that could support the arrival of support.

Orr, the old butler who walked in front, saw this scene.

I smiled slightly in my heart and felt satisfied.

Along the white marble floor, into the villa, directly into the study, the rumored lady Camille was sitting in a large sofa chair, waiting for the arrival of the two men, the other wearing a pair of half-packed glasses, red home clothes without any embellishment, hair coiled back but extremely smart.

The lady waved her hand gently at the old butler, who immediately bowed back and closed the door as he went out.

Then the woman stood up.

At this moment, Arthur realized that this lady was extremely tall, her height was far higher than that of ordinary women, almost the same level as him, and there was a kind of scrutiny and ...... in her eyes

Gratified?!

After the two are mixed, there is an inexplicable feeling that the elders are facing the juniors.

Arthur was puzzled by this expression.

Moreover, the other party's temperament is extremely special, and it is always different in every gesture.

At first glance, it looks like something in his forties.

If you look closely, it looks like you're in your early thirties.

But when I look at it occasionally, I think it's just twenty.

"Hello, ma'am."

Arthur suppressed the strangeness in his heart and began to greet each other.

Maltz on the side also said immediately.

"Sorry to disturb you.

There's one thing we'd like to ask you about here. ”

Seeing Ms. Camille's head, the sheriff immediately asked.

"Did people from Lilith and Vivien's stores come to you yesterday with mannequins to show off their outfits?"

"Yes, for my daughter's coming-of-age ceremony."

The lady was very calm, and her tone was even more unhurried.

"Do many people know about this matter?"

"Before the two stores came yesterday, only Orr and I knew."

"Do you remember how many mannequins there were?"

"Six, three for a family."

"Is anyone in your family missing?"

"Nope."

"Have you offended anyone lately?"

"Nope."

"Do you have an ice cellar?"

"Yes."

"Did you see anyone coming to pick up the mannequin this morning?"

"No, you need to ask Orr about this."

Between Maltz and Lady Camille, Arthur looked around silently, but he keenly noticed that this Lady Camille had been looking at him quietly, but the remembrance in her eyes could not be hidden at all, and that kind of enthusiasm made Arthur's heart move.

'No, no.

This lady can't be related to one of my uncles, right?

Who could it be?

Uncle Winters? Uncle Drake?

It can't be my dead father, right? ’

Arthur kept speculating, but remained silent rather wisely.

The affairs of the elders, as a junior, he will never get involved in them.

And love?

Can anyone figure out what's going on?

At this moment, Maltz's questioning of Ms. Camille was over.

"Can you show me your ice cellar?"

Maltz continued.

"Of course, Orr."

At the sound of an order, the old butler immediately took Arthur and Maltz towards the ice cellar of the villa—but Lady Camille stood at the door of the small hall, silently watching Arthur's back, her eyes gradually blurred, and her heart could no longer hold back, and she called softly to the man who had been thinking about it day and night.

'Charlie. ’

The heat in Lady Camille's eyes almost set Arthur's back on fire.

'My uncles who have left home or my dead father, what a wicked you are! ’

With this exclamation, Arthur followed the old butler and walked briskly through the hall to the side of the storeroom, where the ice cellar was below.

"Steward Orr, have you seen the person taking the mannequin this morning?"

Maltz asked, walking down.

"No, I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, and it was Scar who received him, and Scar said that he was covering his face, but it should be the coachman - I believe Scar, who has been in Camille's family for fifteen years, and he can't go wrong.

In fact, the people in the villa are all old people, and the owners are not very willing to trust people who have not been tested. ”

Tried and tested?

Arthur noticed the word.

Undoubtedly, under such a premise, Camille's family is all loyal and secure old people, and it is not very likely that there will be other people in the family - to be able to make such a big business, Arthur believes that this lady has her own corresponding means, otherwise, she would have been swallowed up to the point that there is no scum left.

While Arthur was thinking, the old butler was unlocking the ice cellar and lighting the candle in his hand.

The old butler walked straight in.

Arthur and Maltz paused slightly, waiting until their eyes were able to adjust to the light in the ice cellar before they prepared to step inside.

But at this moment, a fierce quarrel suddenly came from the direction of the hall.

Immediately, Arthur's footsteps struck again.

(End of chapter)