Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"We are only responsible for you."

The island with a tropical rainforest climate not only has a more natural and non-artificial landscape, but the locals' clothing is also quite interesting. George Romet held his chin and took in the people and things along the way.

This is where he will be staying for a long time in the future.

"where are we going?"

"The place to stay is your manor."

"Oh, my... "

"what?!"

Looking at the shocked man, Mary smiled and nodded: "Yes, your manor." She pulled out the tray in the car and selected a bottle of red wine and a transparent high-heeled glass from the wine cabinet.

Next to the wine cabinet was another constant temperature and humidity box. The woman bent over and opened the cedar wood grids one by one, picking and choosing, before she picked out a short and thick cigar.

"I do not…"

George Romey wanted to refuse, but the woman didn't hesitate to open her index finger and thumb, cut off the cigar cap with a knife, and handed it to him.

“Hobbies are about cultivation and experimentation.”

The woman slowly uncorked the wine, poured the wine, and took out a lighter from the side armrest of the seat.

She took the cigar the man was playing with, gently put the cut end into the man's mouth, held the lighter in both hands and lit it.

Snapped.

The flames steadily heated the layers of cigar leaves, turning them slowly red.

In the well-soundproofed carriage, George Romey could only hear the hissing sound of the butane lighter.

The woman's deep blue eyes twisted inwards strangely in the firelight.

"George Romey."

"I know all about your past."

The eggplant leaves are bright red.

"You ripped off the scalp of your wife, and sold your daughter to a wealthy businessman who turned against you after the deal failed; you spent lavishly in Las Vegas and embezzled your partners' money; you went bankrupt, broke, and began to adapt to the life of a homeless person."

"The last time I vented my anger, I paid with a stolen wallet. That woman is the 'utility' on the street where you were wandering. You know that, don't you?"

A little humiliated and a little angry.

The expression on his face while biting the cigar gradually turned fierce.

"so…"

Seemingly not noticing, the woman's hand holding the lighter was as steady as her voice.

"So, an abandoned stray dog, how do we convince him to stretch his guard limbs and enjoy the warm fireplace and fresh, clean meat indoors?"

The man pushed the woman's thin wrist away violently.

He took a deep breath and held it in his mouth.

call…

Spit on the face of the woman who never smiled.

Suddenly, the carriage was filled with smoke.

"Can do anything, huh?"

The absurd and somewhat crazy words received a gentle response from behind the smoke.

"Of course... sir."

George Romy rushed forward with a grin.

Chapter 34 Manor and Surprise

The black Bentley slowly drove into 25 Volcano Avenue.

Two stone-carved lions majestically guard the entrance of the manor, and golden words are engraved on the indigo curved wall.

"Silent Manor"

25 Volcano Avenue

There is also George Romey's name in the lower right corner. Obviously, this manor did not change hands before he met the man in sunglasses, and it is even possible that it originally belonged to these people.

George, smoking a cigar, glanced at the woman as she gathered herself together and put on her clothes.

"belong to me?"

This outburst not only released all the resentment that had been buried deep in his heart for a long time, but also made him let down his guard to a certain extent - just like Mary said, and just like what he thought: Yes, what can they plot?

Are my organs more valuable than others?

It’s worth tens of millions of dollars, worth a manor, worth such a good…

Service?

A gun, or hundreds of thousands of dollars, I am willing to exchange it.

There's no need to go around in circles.

"That's great of you to think so."

The woman quickly packed up, put on her clothes and skirt, put on some light makeup again, then opened another storage box and put the torn pair of stockings in it.

"This is your manor. You will live here for a period of time in the future."

George asked Mary curiously whether she was staying or leaving, but the woman just smiled and started introducing the characteristics and details of the manor.

“…the total area is more than 7 square feet, and the net area of ​​the suites is 36042 square feet.”

"The villa complex is located in a private forest, and the architectural style is mostly Norman - do you want to be taken around?"

George Romy waved his hand.

“…You can walk around when you have time. There are fountains and plant landscapes in front of the building, pavilions and lawns - yes, you can have a party or something outside or inside, once you get familiar with the place. The locals are still very friendly.”

The tires slowly stopped spinning.

Stop in front of this huge, imposing building with an indigo pointed roof and gray-white walls.

The sky darkened, and golden lights penetrated the fountain, sprinkling water as rich as whiskey. Strips of black and gold carpets stretched from the side of the car to the front door of the villa.

The thick brown double doors, the gray-white wooden window frames embedded in the wall, the curtains are a quiet dark blue, and the curved corners on both sides make the villa actually look more like a castle.

George Romey stepped into his future home under the guidance of Mary.

The first thing you notice is the super high ceiling.

A picture of an angel holding a harp or a sword, with a cherry red border. The man tilted his head back, spun on his toes, and listened to Mary's slow introduction.

"As you can see, the formal dining room and kitchen are on the first floor, and all the materials and furniture are high-end custom products. There are twelve bedrooms in the villa, and although the decoration styles are slightly different, please rest assured that they are coordinated and unified."

"…nine multi-purpose bathrooms and nine powder rooms—same."

"Entertainment facilities include: billiard room, game room, sun room, study, private cinema, wine storage room, cigar room, etc. If you want to experience outdoor sports, there are tennis courts, swimming pools, and shooting ranges behind the manor..."

At this point, Mary paused and added, "If you need anything else, you can give it to me. I will help you buy it before..."

George Romey didn't notice the pause in his words, and looked around with a wry smile: "Even when I was rich, I couldn't afford such a manor and such interior. Mary, the gentleman only gave me 10 million - I can choose how to use it, right?"

"It's my fault," said Little Caution. Mary chuckled, "I have to apologize to you." She said, "Everything here——"

His finger swiped across the space: "All modifications and expenses here will be borne entirely by us."

All.

Pulling her arm back, pulling her muscles upward, the woman smiled once again: "Perhaps that gentleman did not explain it to you completely - let me put it this way, Mr. George Romey, the 10 million, and the other 10 million after that, are just separate payments to you."

remuneration?

"Yes," she confirmed to the man, "that's money you can spend independently. And here..."

"Whether you want to tear down your room and rebuild it, or rent or buy a yacht or luxury car, your food, clothing, housing, transportation and even women, everything will be taken care of by us."

"You mean..."

George Romy's throat moved, his saliva moistened his tongue, and he asked tentatively: "You mean, if I want to hire a servant..."

"Of course it's on us."

“If I want to hold a party overseas…”

“We take it.”

"I want…"

"We'll take it, Mr. Romey, all of it."

The 'everything' spoken by those rosy lips made the middle-aged man's smile grow wider and wider.

He was ecstatic, but then another problem popped up.

"in the end…"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The middle-aged man was really confused. It made sense that they needed a chef who was neither good nor bad but experienced. Looking around, this was something he could never get in his entire life. And from what the woman said, he could get more later.

This is really not a joke.

"I thought you knew better."

The woman narrowed her eyes: "Don't you remember the content of the transaction?"

——Lose, or give.

A concept to some extent.

"what."

The man opened his mouth: "Ah..."

"Is what he said true?"

Mary smiled. "Of course it's true, sir. What would you like for dinner? Indian, Chinese, French or -"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute..." George interrupted her, hesitant, "Really? Are you saying that your fairy tale-like condition is true?"

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but as he questioned her again and again, Miss Mary’s face gradually became gloomy…

Blink, it seems...

Nothing has changed?

The two looked at each other silently for a few seconds, and then he heard the woman sigh softly.

"Sir..." She moved her high heels and approached the middle-aged man for the first time while standing: "Sir, you have to believe in the possibility of the existence of some kind of power..."

"Some kind?"

"You'll soon find out."

Blinking her deep blue eyes mysteriously, the woman led the man around from one floor to the top.

"You should hire servants, otherwise your daily life will become a problem. Including traveling and taking care of your daily chores."

"You want to leave?"

After a night of lovemaking in the car, George really couldn't bear to leave this woman.

It's probably just a little thicker than a Franklin.

"I?"

The woman looked strange: "I can't stay with you forever."

“This is about transactions.”

Deal, deal, another deal!

When will this stupid fairy tale end?