Trafford’s Trading Club

Vera went out in the afternoon, but when she waited for dinner, she came back, with no expression.

Familiar with her Vika naturally knows it's because Vera has nothing to gain.

“There is nothing in Yakov's house, his wife is a typical housewife, his son's room is stashed with marijuana, and his daughter is a fan of the party but she has a very good figure.” Vera sighed: “It's a typical middle-class family. ”

“Really? But I have news on my side.” Vika shrugged.

Vera sat down casually with her legs curled and her hands resting on the back of the sofa, looking like she was waiting for Jiayin.

Vika sighed at this point, which was common in the past: "Correctly, it must be you who has news. ”

“Can you be a little more direct?” Vera's a little impatient.

Vika had to say: "An invitation was sent to your private email with the time and location indicated… In three days there will be an auction for Unknown Girls. ”

“My private email? That?” Vera frowned.

Vika shrugged: “What else could it be? Of course it's Vera. Toktakhonov's up. ”

Vera silenced for a moment and suddenly said: "Who is the person identified by the invitee of the invitation? ”

Vika Straight Channel: “FC. ”

And Vera suddenly said, “I don't remember my personal mailbox, do I? ”

"Dear Princess Vera, have you forgotten why you ran away from home? Though you haven't been sent... but ah, some of the big guys in the party who care about your future life! Don't you know how many courtship letters your private mailbox receives every day from all over the world? These are me...”

Vika pointed to herself: “I take the time to get back to you every day. ”

Vera suddenly grinned, “Are the courtsmen handsome? ”

Vicarian nodded, “Not bad, a few of them can be described perfectly. ”

Vera shrugged towards Vika, with a delicate smile on her face that looked like a leopard to Vika. He could only swallow the saliva: “I didn't do anything... really... took some pictures at most...”

Vera's fingers flickered around.

Vika stunned, but intuition told him that nothing good would happen... but experience also told him that if he didn't do it, there would be worse things waiting for him - he could only turn around.

Vera grinned, copied the TV remote next to her and plugged it into Vika's body.

“Oh!! Gently... Oh!! ”

“Was it good?” Vera leaned against Vika's ear and whispered.

Vika, with her legs clamped up, looked ugly at the moment and looked like a bitter melon: “I haven't used it in too long... Oh, gently, gently...”

“Go get me some tuxedos tomorrow, get ready, I'm going to this auction.” Vera let go of her hand, then turned Vika around, pushed her hard, and pressed Vika's body against the stool.

As Vika made a painful cry, she said, "Do you hear me? ”

“Clear... Clear...”

Vera clapped her hands and went back to her room. Vika stood up with the chair all over her and slowly pulled the remote out with a strange look on her face - finally revealing a comfortable look.

He sighed and felt… it didn't seem too bad.

So he stared at the remote on the ground and seemed to be thinking about something...

……

……

Around the age of sixty, appropriately dressed, each with his or her hands up is a textbook standard.

White stockings, visible from the bag with a bracelet.

And when Yuri woke up again, she saw this old man standing beside herself. The other party's hair is white, but it looks shivering.

This is more than ten times more luxurious than the suite at the last hotel he woke up in.

“I... I should be at the subway station.” Yuri hesitated, sitting up and trying to figure out what was going on.

He touched his abdomen unconsciously, and he found that there were no wounds on his body - even his legs, which had been injured earlier, appeared intact.

“Mr. Yuri, the hot water is ready. You can take a bath now.” The old man said with a smile.

“I... I'm not dreaming?” Yuri opened his mouth and he never remembered when he made such a respectable old gentleman look like him, "Here... what is this place? Who are you?”

“Edgar, please call me Edgar.” The old man has a smile on his face, "this is Cacchia Manor, your manor, sir. Please take a bath as soon as possible, sir, as it would be extremely rude for a nobleman to have the Guest wait for you. ”

“I... my manor? Noble... noble? ”

……

The spacious bathroom compares to an eighty square meter bedroom with more than twenty luxurious sets of clothes, even in the connected dressing room.

A strap tie, a quick watch, a belt, a hat... shoes.

Even after Yuri washed himself out, a gorgeous maid shaved him.

It's so strange that Yuri feels like she's drunk in her dreams - looking out the bathroom window and only seeing a tiny little corner of the estate - a huge, very flat lawn!

He didn't even see the fence.

He couldn't even believe that the person in the mirror was himself.

The messy beard has been shaved off, and the messy hair has been trimmed to brighten up and paired with luxurious clothing to become another person.

At the end of the corridor, Edgar was already standing in front of the door of a room. Edgar opened the door for Yuri when he arrived with his squeaky face.

When the door opened, Yuri couldn't help but cry out, “It's you! ”

……

“Have a seat. ”

Lochu, who was drinking black tea, glanced up at Yuri, laughed, and dropped the cup on her hand - the maid immediately added new black tea to the cup.

Even with enough servants in the estate, the maid insists on serving her boss herself.

“What the hell happened? ”

Yuri sat down with a frown - he found that Edgar had not followed him in, but closed the door after he had come in.

“Did Mr. Yuri forget?” Rochu suddenly asked, "What you want from us. ”

Yuri stunned, a tingle that suddenly appeared in his head, forcing him to subconsciously grab his hair - his face seemed a little pale for a moment.

When his eyes recovered from confusion to nearer reality, Yuri looked at the young man with the eastern hole with astonishment.

No… correctly, a mysterious young man!

“I... I actually said that...”

He sounded what he had said - and he didn't say it again - so incredible - but it seemed to have become real.

Yuri had to believe what was happening.

The most intuitive and powerful proof is not everything he encountered on this estate, but the fact that he was supposed to die and live well.

Lochu suddenly said: "We believe that what a man says before he dies should be of the utmost authenticity. Mr. Yuri, the contract has been reached, and within the next month you will not only be the owner of the estate, but also the heir of the Decaby family. Identity is…”

Boss Lo smiled: “The Tsar nobility exiled during the October revolution, now settled in Yuri, Morocco? Dickabee. ”

Looking at Yuri's incredible expression, Rochu struck a ringing finger.

The maid took it out of a box and pushed it in front of Yuri on the table, "Mr. Yuri, this is the Decaby family seal, and the family badge… it's all something that stands for you. ”

“I... am a descendant of nobility..."

Yuri feels a little stuck thinking.