Trafford’s Trading Club

It is not yet evening, and the summer evening naturally comes a lot later than usual.

Sort of a well-furnished cafe, of course, at a price that would make the public frown. According to Caroline's nature, she doesn't usually come to this kind of place for consumption.

But she had to wait, and the other side had designated the place, and she couldn't help but order the cheapest black coffee here.

Soon afterwards, a middle-aged man rushed into the cafe, looking east and west, seemingly looking for something. Caroline knew this was the person she was waiting for - the lawyer friend Nia had her contact.

At 6: 37 p.m., Caroline looked at the time again... it was too late to know if she would dare to go back to the bus.

If it's too late, choose a different route and you'll need to cross a few unfamiliar areas. Although she is also a local, there are obvious differences between districts and districts.

“Are you Caroline?” The middle-aged man quickly found Caroline's seat, and you're welcome to sit down.

Caroline felt something called time on the other side —— she noticed the man from the moment she entered the door, until he sat in front of him, and he looked at his watch three times, twice, and once a wall clock on the indoor wall.

Suit leather shoes, meticulous, serious, deep-eyed… basically the face that the elite should have, the other side is exposed in front of Caroline.

The man's name is Carlo.

Carolyn hasn't spoken yet, and Carolyn's going straight to the subject, "Before we talk, Ms. Carolyn, can you tell me what your relationship is with Nia? Relatives or daughters? ”

Caroline didn't feel disrespectful when she asked… Instead, Caroline felt that the man probably didn't remember exactly what Nia was saying - that he would show up, presumably because the meeting was a business.

Maybe this man doesn't look bright. Perhaps he runs a bad law firm, and he even desperately needs this commission to pay his firm's rent this month for utilities and employees' salaries.

That's why he makes himself look professional.

Caroline's view in this regard is quite acceptable, after all, as a sex worker… As a * * * *, she has come into contact with too many types of men. She has met the rich man, your son has also slept in her bed, and as for the traffickers, the social workers are naturally silent.

She is able to recognize people, yet she is not confident enough to deal with any type of person. She knows she doesn't have enough knowledge to face these men with a facebook, and you never know what's on his mind.

Men are actually better and harder to grasp than women.

“I'm Nia's friend.” Carlo seemed to give such an answer.

Or has the other person guessed from this answer what kind of work they are doing? Caroline is so familiar with Caroline's gaze at the moment.

But the men who look for her to serve are basically looking at the goods with this in mind.

Caroline nodded, “Ms. Caroline, as you said, Nia was going to come to me and deal with a property for her in the West End, wasn't she? I couldn't say on the phone before... I wanted to ask you, what does Nia mean about the cost of this commission? Do you have the authority to negotiate with me on her behalf? ”

“She just asked me to find you and help her.” Caroline doesn't know how to answer… perhaps nodding her head at this point would be better - but she obviously hesitated to nod and then took on some of the responsibilities she had to shoulder.

No need to carry more... finding this Caroline is already within reach, Caroline thought so and immediately said: “Perhaps you should go directly to the hospital to meet her, she is in a worse situation. ”

Carlo had no impatience, but asked Nia's request very carefully and was very strict.

Looking at each other and asking, Carolyn was a little overwhelmed, but there was another thought in her mind: Perhaps this man could really help Nia.

Looking at Nia, the surgery should be very urgent. However, the resale of the property is not something that can be accomplished overnight - again, it is said that the property is located in an expensive place, but it is also a serious problem to be able to find a buyer immediately.

“Why don't you take me to see Nia?” Carlo is suddenly proposing, “I think it would be better if I spoke to the client in person about this. ”

“I can write you an address.” Caroline remembered the shuttle back, saying no.

She suddenly doesn't want to go back and look at the dying Nia - she's had the same problem before: if Nia's illness doesn't heal, she's bound to run into Nia for the last time - but she doesn't know when to start, she doesn't want to think about it, she doesn't want to think about what happens if Nia suddenly dies.

She... doesn't want to carry anything.

She has fulfilled Nia's request. This man, if he can help, will naturally help for the reward. If she can't help... there's nothing she can do.

The cost of Nia's surgery is easily affordable, but you need to use the huge card on hand. However, she does not want to use this wealth at this time.

She felt that the only person she knew as Nia who would visit her at the hospital when something happened to her, would help her find a lawyer, was benevolent enough to do everything she could... there was nothing more to do.

Caroline suddenly felt at ease thinking about it.

Carlo didn't ask for it, so he took the address and said goodbye.

What made Caroline angry was that this guy, though rushing off, was eager to visit Nia, but this guy... didn't pay for it!

She ordered dessert, a sandwich, in the cafeteria, and left the place in a hurry, intending to take the shuttle home.

Before getting in, Caroline received a call from Livia asking where she had gone. Caroline just said she took a deal outside, and now that she's done, she's planning to go home.

Livia told her that it would be better if she didn't come back for the next few days, hiding outside for a few days, and that she was planning to leave herself.

The reason is that Boss Nemar is dead, the club is in chaos, Ronal, the club's second deal, and those who support Boss Nemar's son's side, started fighting to seize the land. And because Joseph in the neighboring area died for some unknown reason, the boss in the neighboring area yelled at him to hand over the murderer or he would invade. And in Caroline's absence today, a lot of people have been killed by fire.

Caroline thought about it and picked up the phone and called Caroline, who had just left.

“Mr. Carlo, I've changed my mind. Why don't I come back with you and check on Nia? I'm a little worried about her...”

……

……

“Who are you people? This is a private compartment, no middlemen allowed! ”

On the upper level of the Municipal Theatre Concert Hall, there is a separate compartment in the circular hallway - a VIP room for real wealthy people or people with very high status to watch performances.

Of course, on weekdays, spending a little money can also sit in… It's just a friendly event with consuls from neighbouring countries today, which is naturally different.

The person who is scolding should be a bodyguard, very tall, with a hint of iron blood, probably a former soldier… or even a soldier now.

Obviously, the people in this room, their identities are not simple.

As for bodyguards choosing to scold initially rather than expel directly by force, there is a reluctance to speak out on the one hand and, naturally, a lack of clarity about the origin of the two people who broke in on the other.

The woman was very pretty, and the man next to her was the face of the Orientals. It is not easy for young men and women to come to the concert because it is not rich or expensive.

“Can I borrow this? ”

The beautiful woman in the black evening dress smiled and clapped her hands gently - the clapping was not loud at all because of the socks.

But the bodyguard heard the voice and heard it clearly, and his consciousness instantly became confused. His eyelids were so heavy that he closed them directly after a few breaths and fell to the ground.

At the same time, there were several different voices in the room - all voices made when people fell.

This is clearly an extraordinary force.

In fact, Rocchu intends to do it herself, except that the maid will always be in place one step faster than him... In fact, for some time Rocchu still enjoys this feeling of enjoying herself, not to mention - such a beautiful maid solves all the trivial things for herself, naturally for the purpose of admiring herself.

Pleasure is also served by the band that is entering the concert hall below.

Whether you know it or not, it's okay to appreciate the sound of these next instruments, and watching this orderly entrance always gives you a hint of what's called a professional attitude.

Rocciu likes to make this regular arrangement, which reminds him of everything neat.

Tidy and tidy, nature is the best looking.

The VIP suite naturally has no windows, and this is just a separate observation deck. The gap between the two stands, as for the front - you can naturally see the other stand opposite the ring corridor.

But aren't there a few more bodyguards in this VIP compartment?

“Master, we seem to have something interesting going on. ”

Yunight is sorting out the people who are falling on the ground - Binning lets these guys fall on the floor randomly, one by one east, one by one, naturally it's not beautiful.

Obviously, Lo's boss, who had long been accustomed to going out and necessarily encountering events, was not too surprised, just curious to look at Yu Night.

Of course, even in this open VIP compartment, it's the easiest way to see what's happening out here, without fantasizing about it.

“What's so funny? ”

Unight referred to the man who was apparently protected by several bodyguards, and then reached out and held a pen in the collar pocket of the middle-aged man.

Boss Lo didn't see anything special about this fountain pen... the hard word is that the fountain pen probably has a very nice badge mark on it - which of course requires careful observation before it can be seen.

“Because of this badge? ”

The maid nodded and said softly: "This is the internal logo of ‘Lomenster Leighton'. The company is headquartered in the United States and its main business is the production and launch of military satellites. ”

Boss Luo has heard that this country is in bad luck and has not been able to develop the satellite industry. There seems to have been a major explosion earlier as a result of the firing of rockets, which eventually led to the direct annihilation of a large number of aviation elites.

“Look at the invitation.” Lochu suddenly said.

Yunight quickly searched for an invitation and sent it to Rochu. After a glance, Mr. Rochu said softly: "In the name of the distributor of the liquor company, it seems to be hiding his identity. ”

“Need to read memories?” Unight suggested.

If information is available, it is natural not to have to be purchased through the altar… naturally this is very much in line with Boss Lo's consistent principle of self-reliance and renewal.

So Boss Lo nodded without pressure, and then did not pay attention to the merchant, because soon, the content behind the matter would be completely presented in her ear through Miss Maid's dictation.

“Speaking of which, if there's really something terrific going on, why do you prefer this kind of place? ”

The lights began to fade… the show officially began.

Schubert, Ninth Symphony, Great.

……

……

“I prefer the eighth symphony, Unfinished, to Greatness, which I heard in Vienna a few years ago and remember now. ”

Sitting in the ordinary seat in the lobby, Song Haoran spoke in Lluvia's ear at this time, while holding Lluvia's palm, as if he were a lover to others.

While feeling the temperature coming from Song Haoran's palm, Lluvia seemed in a very good mood, and asked: "Why is it called" unfinished "? ”

“'Cause he just wrote two chapters and it didn't go on.” Song Hao shrugged his shoulders and then revealed his obsessive gaze and looked at the band in the concert hall, "but just because it was unfinished, I didn't know what was behind it, what it would be, it would make people look forward, like the lost arms of the goddess. ”

Lluvia stunned, she really didn't understand where the woman with no arms was pretty.

But if the military teacher says yes, let's say so.

At the halfway point of the concert, Song Hao ran a glance at the time on the watch, when his phone came with a vibration, which was a message.

- Termination of action.

This is a message from Iris headquarters.

Song Hao ran frowned and Lluvia caught his change very sharply. Song Hao ran didn't say anything, just slanted the phone screen so that Lluvia could see the content above.

“This…”

Song Haoran nodded his head lightly, "Looks like we can hear this concert all the time. ”

Lluvia made a quiet gesture - a gesture sufficient to stop Arnie from ambushing in the dark, provided the guy didn't use his sights to stare at the breasts of women in low-breasted evening gowns.