I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

After saying Calvados' name, Vermouth stared at Serabelle with a half-smile on his face, as if he wanted to see something from his face.

But at this moment, the elevator that Serabelle had called earlier arrived at the designated floor, and with a ding sound, the shielding doors slowly opened to both sides.

Serabelle waved her hand calmly and walked in. "It's up to you. If the mission is difficult and you really need help, just call me. I don't want to hear about your death one day. So that's it. See you later."

As soon as the words were spoken, the shield door closed and the elevator began to slowly descend.

And Vermouth, sitting on the sofa in the living room of the suite, was still immersed in the last words that Serabel said before she left.

You don't want her to die? Then do you know how many people in the organization want you to die?

Could it be that this kid really thinks of her as his woman from the bottom of his heart?

Thinking of this, Vermouth couldn't help but pursed her lips.

In the adult world, exchanging sincerity for sincerity is an extremely luxurious thing. Everyone lives with a mask on, let alone a "witch of a thousand faces" like her.

Someone once said that once you wear a mask for a long time, you can't take it off.

For someone like Vermouth, the mask on her face is only thicker and stronger than that of others.

To give an inappropriate example, it's like those biker gangsters with crew cuts, carrying baseball bats and riding motorcycles every day in the streets of Japan. Maybe one day, these gangsters will meet the girl who makes them want to treat them gently, but the transformation process will definitely be difficult, and may even end in failure and tragedy.

Because he is used to treating people in a noisy way, if he suddenly becomes gentle, it will not only make the familiar people around him feel strange, but also make him himself uncomfortable.

The same goes for Vermouth.

So no matter how much she was attracted to Serabelle in her heart, she would still instinctively maintain that sense of mystery on the surface, and reluctantly and awkwardly continue to play her character called "The Witch of a Thousand Faces".

When Serabelle said, "You can ask him for help if you need it," I was clearly filled with genuine joy in my heart, but I still had to stubbornly say, "If you get too close to me, there will be no good ending."

"I really don't know who is the poor actor..."

With a faint sigh, Vermouth fell back into the sofa, without spilling the red wine in her hand.

Looking at the luxurious crystal chandelier hanging from the dome above her head, Vermouth recalled what Serabelle said before she left, while her other hand unconsciously reached under her bathrobe.

"Well……!"

The aftertaste is still there and it still feels real.

The electric current generated when her fingertips touched made Vermouth's whole body tremble and straighten, and even the wine glass in her hand, which had not been shaken at all when she lay on the sofa, tilted a little.

The cold wine poured out, staining a small pool of deep red on the white bathrobe.

"Allah……"

Looking down at the wine stains on her bathrobe, Vermouth sighed helplessly.

I really am such a fool. I was actually thrown into such a mess by a boy who is so much younger than me. It's simply...

Never mind. I'll try to be more honest next time we meet.

By the way, if it was Yukiko, what would she call? Just call her dear?

Wouldn't that seem too weird...

Or let's start with the name.

Chapter 698 Young Wife Mary! (Supplementary file)

Because of Vermouth, it was almost midnight when Serabell got home.

Without having time to pack the luggage she brought back from Shenhai Island, Serabelle went straight to bed after washing up.

So time passed quickly and it was eight o'clock the next morning.

It was not until the slightly dazzling early summer sunlight outside shone into the room through the curtains that Serabelle woke up.

Then when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the unhappy face of the British girl.

Same level, same pillow, so close.

"Haha~ Good morning, Sister Mary..."

Before her vision had fully recovered, Serabelle squinted her eyes and reached out to hug him.

Of course Akai Mary did not refuse, and did let him hug her, but her voice was just as unhappy as the expression on her face.

"What time did you get back last night?"

"About eleven forty."

Serabelle spoke the truth, but after she finished speaking, she felt like something was wrong.

"Hey, Sister Mary, you didn't know? I thought you knew..."

"I know, but I want to hear it from you."

As a way of expressing her satisfaction with the boy's honesty, Akai Mary rolled her eyes slightly, meaning that the matter was over.

But some questions still need to be asked.

"So why did you come back so late last night? Didn't you say you would leave the island at 6pm?"

"Oh, that's because..." Serabelle considered her words a little, "In fact, I still had a little tail left over from the assassination of Rum before I went on my trip. I thought of it yesterday and dealt with it first after I arrived at the port."

"Little tail?"

Akai Mary was puzzled.

Serabelle continued to explain: "Mary, do you remember the Curacao that Xiuyi mentioned?"

"Curaçao... is he the Rum henchman of the Black Organization?"

Mary Akai recalled that such a person seemed to have been mentioned at that time, and immediately said "oh".

Serabelle hummed.

"I relied on her to kill Rum before, and then I temporarily arranged for him to stay with Vermouth, asking Vermouth to help me keep an eye on him. Then I went to meet her yesterday, and the result of the chat was that she was willing to join us... Of course, part of the reason must be that she had no choice."

"And now I plan to send her to Elena's place. This way she will have a more stable place to live, and Elena's safety will also be better guaranteed."

"Um……"

Akai Mary hesitated for a moment.

As a former veteran investigator of MI6, weighing the pros and cons is her basic skill, so she won't be like the protagonists in some TV dramas who immediately roll over and quit when they hear that they are going to cooperate with someone who used to be a villain.

She will think.

First of all, the situation on Elena's side was not particularly safe. After all, her sister was a weak scholar. Let alone meeting someone from the organization, she would be completely unable to defeat even a burglar, which showed that she was powerless.

Secondly, where she lives now is quite far from Elena, and it would be unrealistic to get there in time if any unexpected situation occurs.

Furthermore, as one of the accomplices who "assisted" Serabelle in killing Rum, Curacao has no trust in the organization anymore. Even if he could capture a scientist who had escaped to redeem himself, it would be impossible.

Not to mention that the other party has now made it clear that they will join them.

So to sum up, it is indeed a good idea to let Curacao live directly with Elena.

"I think so too. You can talk to Elena about it when the time comes." Akai Mary nodded.

"Um...by the way, Sister Mary, what time is it now?"

Serabelle wanted to say yes, but when she heard this, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have made an appointment with Curacao to pick her up this morning, and she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Mainly perhaps because he was back home, he slept quite well last night and woke up fully charged with energy.

"It's almost half past eight." Mary Akai glanced at the wall clock.

"That's so pure..."

"I've already gone to school. I just washed the dishes and saw that you were still asleep, so I came back to lie with you for a while."

"That's it."

Serabelle breathed a sigh of relief.

"Half past eight, there's still time. I..."

"Unfortunately, it's too late."

Before the boy could finish his words, Akai Mari leaned over and kissed him to interrupt.

It was as if she wanted to make up for the past four days; the kiss was long and lingering.

When they finally separated, the British girl's face was even slightly flushed due to lack of oxygen, and she was gasping for breath.

She bit her wet lower lip gently and leaned closer to Serabel's ear.

"For four days this bed was too wide for me..."

"Well!"

Having never seen Akai Mari like this, Serabel was so excited that her hands, which were originally around the girl's back, subconsciously moved down.

Mary Akai slept in her nightgown last night, and when Serabel reached under her skirt, she felt the delicate touch of her skin from the small yet plump point of contact.

There is no cloth covering at all.

Serabelle opened her mouth but was speechless for a moment.

"Ms. Mary..."

"I wanted to wait for you to come back yesterday, but you didn't come back until eleven o'clock."

Akai Mari's face was burning hot, with a blush spreading from her cheeks to her ears. She turned her face away proudly.

"So I didn't wear any so you can come in directly when you come back..."

"..."

The Sierra was completely sunk.

He suddenly recalled the answer he got when he asked Akai Mari if she wanted to change back to her original body.

She doesn't want to go back to her original body not because she doesn't like her original body, but because her current body allows her to break away from her previous identity.

You no longer need to be both a father and a mother, worrying about your children and work wholeheartedly. You can start a new life with a completely new identity and be... a woman.

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At the same time, in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel last night.

Curacao, who had already checked out of the hotel, dressed himself up like a popular star with a mask and a baseball cap, and sat stealthily on the sofa in the lounge area.

She looked at the vehicles coming and going on the road outside the floor-to-ceiling window beside her and couldn't help falling into deep thought.

When will Serabelle come?

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Chapter 699 Sister Bei is very convenient in every way

The longing that had accumulated over four days burst out in a few hours in the morning, and the noise in the bedroom continued until almost noon.

All I can say is that it’s a good thing that Akai Mary had the foresight to prepare lunch while making breakfast, otherwise she would have no extra energy to cook by the time she finished.

After the battle, Serabelle finally got up and washed up. After having lunch with Akai Mari, they took a bath together. They did not set off until the British girl went to bed for a nap.

So at exactly one o'clock in the afternoon, the boy who had been late for four hours finally arrived downstairs of the hotel where he stayed yesterday.

After parking the car and entering the lobby on the first floor of the hotel and looking around, Serabelle immediately saw Curacao hiding in the corner of the lounge area with a sneaky look on his face.

I have to say that Curacao's camouflage is quite effective, with a mask and sunglasses all in place.

But her bright silver hair still betrayed her true identity.

And there are those proud curves that are so full that they completely push up the chest of the formal shirt.

"I'm sorry I'm late..."