Trafford’s Trading Club

Unlike the thought of being treated badly, she was treated like a princess… except for freedom.

Anna lifted a small corner of the curtain and looked at the environment outside - just below this room, two men were guarding, and likewise, outside the door of this room, there was a handle.

The clothes on her had long been changed under the stiff attitude of the maid, and she had been examined all over her body.

Anna has no way of contacting Yefim, much less the outside world. So she's in a state of forbidden.

She didn't even know if Yefim had seen Yuri through the brooch she was wearing - the brooch had been destroyed on her way to the estate.

Is it one of the Decabees, or Yuri's... but Yuri's?

Shouldn't he just be a depressed painter on the street? His identity has already been investigated.

Is there something wrong?

The door to the room suddenly opened. Anna turned around vigilantly and watched as the door opened, holding Yuri's hands against the door simultaneously.

It's really Yuri.

“You wait outside.” Yuri spoke back at this point.

Anna clearly saw several more men outside the door. They nodded and didn't say anything, but when their eyes swept over her, they didn't smell good.

Yuri closed the door.

He stuck it on the door of the room, didn't walk up for a while, didn't talk, just measured Anna quietly —— which made her even more confused about what he wanted to do.

“Did you get a good night's rest?” Yuri suddenly laughed: “This room should be the best apart from mine. ”

Anna tried to stay calm, "If I wanted to be easy, Mr. Yuri, you wouldn't feel too good either. ”

“You call me Mr. Yuri?” Yuri shook his head, seemingly remembering something, and finally took a step towards the corner of the room: the dressing room.

He opened one of the wardrobes, picking out the clothes inside, and he said randomly, "But it's not easy, is it? I slept well last night and I had two beautiful girls hugging me... well, I guess last night must have been the best I've slept with lately. ”

“Really? Congratulations.” Anna was talking to Yuri.

The distance between them is the distance from the window to the closet - almost the furthest this room can find. Anna held her hands behind her back and slowly pulled a toothbrush out of her sleeve.

The toothbrush handle has been broken, and the broken end is even sharply polished - probably the most meaningful thing Anna has done since she woke up, and that she has a cheap sense of security.

Finally, Yuri picked out a set of clothes from the wardrobe. And he held it up in front of him, and he looked at Anna and he smiled, "Do you like this dress? ”

Anna frowned: “Looks like you're trying to get me to wear it. ”

“You're still just as smart.” Yuri praised looking at each other. He put his clothes on the bed, but didn't say much more, and walked straight to the door, "Someone will bring you out, hopefully you will have changed your clothes by then... by the way, don't make a futile move. Honestly, I really don't want to see you with a weapon. ”

He said, pointing to the corner of the room, and then pointing to his own eyes.

This reminds Anna subconsciously of Yefim… who likes to hide in the dark and spy on everything. Anna took a deep breath, and the moment Yuri left, she held her hand against the window sill.

She just looked a little ugly, looking at the clothes on the bed... and now it feels really bad.

And even worse, she couldn't figure out what Yuri really wanted to do.

……

“Dinner's up. ”

A man walked in with a plate of food - this is the basement of the manor. Or should I call it a dungeon? Yergo thought.

This is not a proud experience, I'm afraid.

As a national police officer, he and Victor are currently trapped in the area by the mob - but worse still, the man who came in with food is not coming towards them.

He's just giving food to another guard who's been watching over them.

Haven't eaten since last night, not even drinking water Yergo... so hungry!

The cloth that wrapped his mouth around it, even left him no way to talk to Victor. Even Victor was right next to him.

But both were on the wall.

“Won't you kill these two guys?” The person who brought the food sat down at will and asked his companion.

"" The boss said to keep it. But the butler also said that if they tried to escape... "

He laughed and slowly stroked past his neck with the dagger on his hand, seemingly the most anticipated thing if that happened.

It's the worst thing that ever happened! Yergo shrinks his gaze… he feels immature and his fear almost explodes in his mind.

Perhaps he should learn well, Mr. Victor, and he seems calm. Yergo looked subconsciously at Victor, and he found...

Victor lowered his head... sleeping, sleeping!??

Oh, shit!

I'm hungry!!

But the young Agent Yergo did not know that his own experiences were falling into two different sights - the masters of each of them, quickly leaving from a small window where he could peek into the cellar.

Because the estate is a place where it is not appropriate to stay in the same place for too long.

The owner of one of the sights even had to worry at the moment and say, "Vera, are you really going to steal the painting from here? ”

“Stealing? No...” The owner of the other sight shook his head and said softly: “If we steal it, we can't see what the owner of this estate is really up to? ”

“That's right... wait for me, wait..." Vika had to quickly cover her mouth, afraid to make a louder noise, busy keeping up with this shadow that was always ahead of her.

……

“Boss, Miss Anna brought it. ”

“Got it, you guys go out first.” Yuri nodded and said.

“Okay, boss. ”

In the open room, all of a sudden, there were only two of Yuri and Anna. Yuri glanced at Anna in her new clothes and smiled: “You look great in this dress. ”

Unlike Yuri, Anna is measuring every inch of this room… she ends up looking at Yuri.

The shelves, brushes, all the tools for painting... a lot of things have been painted on the paper, so Anna knew at a glance what Yuri was painting.

She frowned and subconsciously said: "No wonder you said you were going to auction" Unknown Girl "... you were going to draw another one! ”

Yuri held onto the brush and didn't look at Anna. She just concentrated on mixing the paint. "Come with me, you can always inspire me, let me know where to put the pen. I need to hurry up and finish up with a special year. ”

Anna was stunned: "You brought me here just to let me paint with you? ”

Yuri looked at Anna, and he couldn't really see what kind of feelings were in his face. Anna felt like she was looking across the ice at the man she had the most intimate relationship with.

She suddenly felt so vague.

Yuri pushed her finger against her lips and made a noisy gesture, “Don't talk, just stay quiet with me like this... how much this painting will end up being auctioned will be yours. ”

Anna… Anna opened her lips slightly and felt herself hearing the most incredible words of her life.

She held her lips and slowly sat down in front of the frame, thinking about the veracity of what Yuri had said.

Yuri suddenly closed her eyes and left hand brush right hand palette.

It's just a habit before he started writing, Anna knows that.

When Yuri opened her eyes and started writing, Anna suddenly felt —— even if she was sitting here, Yuri's eyes seemed to be long gone.

Somehow she suddenly had a sadness that she didn't know she was... Release the Buddha, she was the one who was abandoned.

……

……

Inside the luxurious estate, Yuri is waving her finest brush like she forgot.

In a simple house, the club owner, who had just returned from the morning, was also taking a rag and starting to selectively wipe it on a painting that had been destroyed.

Of course, the place to wipe is just on the frame, stained with the dissolved paint, and as for the painting itself, it probably only gets worse.

This is the one that was destroyed in the hotel last night —— something that has been destroyed, to whoever it is, seems to have completely lost what it was meant to be.

But even so, it would not have lost its historical value - but it was not real and was therefore abandoned.

Just outside the walls of the hotel parking lot last night, it was ruthlessly destroyed by its original owner, ruthlessly abandoned by its later owner, and then picked up like garbage by the club owner.

“Aren't you a professional painter for 30 years? It's impossible to fix it.” Lochu looked at the mess he couldn't handle and looked at the rag on his hand. Some shook his head mockingly and stretched out his lazy waist.

So he abandoned this silly approach and gently touched his palms where the painting had been destroyed.

The pigments that were mixed with alcohol began to separate slowly, moving a little bit, seemingly back where they were supposed to be.

When a little bit of alcohol, which was not part of the painting, was separated from the canvas and ended up in a cup left in the narrative, the discarded painting had returned to its original appearance.

Lochu gauged and nodded satisfactorily.

Water covered has been collected.