Trafford’s Trading Club

“Mr. Victor, do you really not need our men to send you back? You know, there's still a long way to go from here to downtown. ”

Edgar looked at Victor in front of the house and asked.

“No, I'll suffocate if I stay with you more than a minute!” Victor bit the canal.

From the moment he walked out of that room, he maintained a twelve point grievance, not even intending to give a good look to all the people in the estate.

Because he had to accept the terms of the owner.

Edgar seemed to be accustomed to this situation, and at this point he had nothing to complain about, smiling: “Don't worry, Mr. Victor, we'll take good care of Mr. Yergo while you're away. ”

Victor didn't talk, he just turned around silently and walked silently onto the road to the city… it seemed like the only way to go.

……

“Sir, Sheriff Victor is back. ”

When Edgar returned to the estate, Yuri was sitting alone on the couch in the study with her eyes closed. And he said, "Well, where are my two guests? ”

“Two guests?” Edgar stunned, curious: "Sir, which two are you referring to? ”

Yuri slowly opened her eyes and glanced at Edgar. The old man's face was full of doubt.

Forgot again? Just like when he first woke up on this estate.

Those two men and women were as if they did not exist - but Yuri was the only one in the entire estate who knew that this time, it was like * * in the hands of both men and women.

“Nothing… I may have misremembered something.” Yuri shook her head and took a deep breath: “Go get Miss Anna. ”

“Yes, sir. ”

……

Anna was taken to the door of the room.

Edgar was just making a request —— he didn't open the door for Anna, he just stood there.

Anna frowned, seemingly letting herself in. She hesitated to push the door in calmly, and Yuri sat on the couch, as if for some time.

Are you asleep?

Anna closed the door - they haven't had any conversations since Yuri last invited her to paint. Although she knows, Yuri lives here.

Anna squinted her eyes and subconsciously let her footsteps approach her slowly, almost like a cat walking.

Yuri suddenly raised her head and opened her eyes as if she had suddenly woken from her dreams, "Coming? Sorry, I kind of took a nap. ”

“Nothing.” Anna stopped herself from moving forward, glancing, smiling: “I saw those guests' cars leaving the estate... it seems your auction has been a success. Congratulations, not only for selling this painting, but also for disrupting Yefim's previous auction, which left him with nothing. Next, all you have to do is spread the word that this painting has already been traded, and then Yefim's real painting will be even less visible and more difficult to sell, and I think he must have fallen directly into the cup in anger. ”

“Anna.” Yuri suddenly shouted the name.

“Is something wrong?” Anna walked up along the waveguide on the floor of the room - sitting opposite Yuri before coming to the couch.

“Do you know what the auction price is?” Yuri is a faint tunnel.

“I thought, would you say something to me?” Anna looked at Yuri and looked at her.

Yuri measured it admirably, softly: "260 million euros. ”

Anna almost instantly felt her breathing paused, even though she had tried to assume the success of the auction before and overestimated the buying enthusiasm of the guests as much as possible, but she never thought of such a heavenly price!

More importantly, she remembered what Yuri had said to her - that the proceeds of this painting auction would all belong to her!

“Yuri, you are a genius!” Clever as she is, she does not intend to continue on this 260 million topic at this time.

She needs to find out what Yuri's attitude is: she hasn't been able to know exactly what Yuri's attitude is!

“You really did it! Completely imitate Ivan's painting! You're alive, Ivan? Nikolayevich!” Anna looked excited.

Yuri whispered and suddenly asked, "Anna, do you remember how we met? ”

“Of course, how could I forget?” Anna used a memorable voice… such a moving voice: “I had just walked out of the museum, perhaps by God, and I had chosen another path - one that I met you on. ”

She looked at Yuri, lost her mind, "You were eating bread. You were sitting on the floor, and the bench was filled with drawing boards. Suddenly a gust of wind blew out one of your drawings... and came to me. Perhaps it was God who wanted to bring your painting to me and you to me. ”

“But when you're on the platform, you ruthlessly throw me away from you, forever and ever.” Yuri squinted.

Anna shook her head like a little pain on her face. She didn't intend to argue anything like that, she just looked at Yuri with complicated eyes.

The complexity of her eyes, like a whirlpool, seemed to speak thousands of words, unable to speak in detail.

She ended up just saying softly: "I'm sorry. ”

……

“Here's ten million. ”

But at the next moment, Yuri took a check out of her pocket, pushed it onto the table, and pushed it in front of Anna. “You did it to me at the station, and this time I lied to you, even if it was even. 260 million, I couldn't have given it to you. ”

Watching the expression on Anna's face change, Yuri shook her head, stood up and walked towards the door, walking along the sidewalk: "Tell my housekeeper where you want to go, the driver sent you away. Oh, yes..."

At the moment of opening the door, Yuri turned around and said, "You really shouldn't be studying oil painting. I think it would be more appropriate for you to study in the acting department. ”

Anna sat there, motionless. She just slowly shrinks her angry eyes and takes a deep breath: "Really? I'll think about it. ”

“Well, goodbye. ”

Yuri closed the door.

……

……

There was a painful scream in the room, the sound of a smash, and there seemed to be something hanging from the wall floor.

Outside the room, Vika was holding a glass of vodka with her hands, her body shaking constantly, and the drinks in the glass shaking constantly - not for the first time in his life, but every time, she felt a fear from the bottom of her heart.

“Vera... why don't you take some more pills?” Vika flew to the door of the room and spoke aloud through the door.

“Fuck off!! ”

The almost roaring sound burst into Vika's ear, and he almost instinctively hurried back. But he always felt too dangerous and scared, so he held the seat cushion in his arms and copied the fruit knife from the table, pointing nervously at the room.

Swallow.

“Vera... Vera! For all these years, if you can't stand to rush out, remember to let me know before you rush out! ”

Hoo--!!!

An inhuman roar suddenly sounded and Vickaton sat paralyzed on the ground… but after that sound, there seemed to be no movement in the room.

Vika swallowed a sip, and he thought it would be better if he waited a little longer.

In the room.

Vera has fallen to the ground.

The lights weren't on, even the curtains were tight, leaving the place completely pitch black - but at this point, the desk lights in the room suddenly lit up.

The orange yellow light shines out, completely displaying a figure lying on the ground.

She's Vera.

She fell on the floor, her body curled, and without any clothes, she seemed to have passed out.

Round, rolling sweatballs, hanging over her thick hair like cats wet after an accidental fall.

And these silver, wet hairs are gradually starting to disappear from Vera's arms, from her thighs, from her abdomen, even from her face… or shrink back.

And as for the club owner who lit up the lamp for the room, it was now with his maid, watching carefully the one that emerged from Vera's back, also shrinking, furry tail.

Unight said it was a wolf's tail.

Boss Lo thought it was amazing.