In the lounge behind Yingque Store, light yellow lights set off the surrounding self-lantern flower wallpaper.

There are several reclining chairs side by side, with a small wooden table in the middle, with plates of melons and fruits placed on top, and on the other side are half a circle of exquisite carved wooden chairs.

Donald leaned at the door and looked at the Yingying Yanyan walking towards this side in the corridor next to him. Stephanie was surrounded by the crowd, and her popularity here looked quite good.

"This is Mr. Donald Grant, my colleague. This is something that needs to be kept secret. Don't talk nonsense everywhere."

After Donald's side, Stephanie made a special introduction, and then Donald welcomed seven or eight baptisms of eyes.

"Good evening, beautiful ladies, I'm honored to meet you."

Donald paused, and the burning gaze that hit him made him very uncomfortable, and the warm environment around him also made him feel a strange feeling from the bottom of his heart.

It's not uncomfortable, it's more like Finger's claws gently scratching his heart.

Who made these ladies in front of me look more charming than the other one? The perfume on their bodies almost completely covers the other smells around them. The cool clothes make people wonder where to put their eyes.

"Yeah, it's still a shy gentleman. I said, no wonder Stephanie was unwilling to come and help us. It turned out that there was such a good person around me. Huh, if I had such a handsome colleague, I wouldn't want to hang out with you guys."

A woman living in such a place naturally had no shyness. A woman next to Stephanie, with a rough chest surging up to stare at Donald, and her mouth was stuttering.

"Okay, stop making trouble. I'm back this time because I want to ask you some questions. Come in quickly, and there are a group of people blocking the door. "

Stephanie pulled a person closer to the room, which was originally their lounge. They each found a good seat, lay down when they should, and sat down when they should sit down, and immediately showed a vivid picture of a beautiful woman.

"Donald, are you waiting outside or coming in together?"

Stephanie stood at the door and looked at Donald with a slightly red face and asked with a wink.

"I won't go in. There should be a place to listen to music outside, right? I'll go there to pass the time. Just call me when the time comes."

My body really wants to go in, but reason tells Donald that when I go in, not only will the plot you want will not appear, but it will be myself who is "tortured" at that time.

After thinking about it, he still chose to stay outside. He probably couldn't get into the topics between the ladies.

"Okay, Penny, you take Donald to the theater and prepare some food for him."

Stephanie was not surprised by Donald's choice and asked the girl around her to take him over.

When someone left, he closed the door of the lounge and looked back and saw several intriguing eyes.

"I know what you want to ask, he is not, he is really just a colleague."

Sitting down on the chair near the door, Stephanie tied her hair back and took out her notebook.

"Sterfanie, you can't do this. Wouldn't you be moved by such a good man in front of you? If it were me, I would have taken him down long ago!"

They are all friends who have lived together, so they naturally hope that the sister who has gone out of the Sales King Kong can have a good home.

"It's better to take it down. It would be as easy as you said. Donald is not an ordinary man... Audrey, don't think I didn't see it just now. When you teased him just now, you held your hands behind you. You were very nervous, right? I know your little move."

Stephanie was relaxed in front of her sisters, crossing her legs and teasing. When she talked about Donald, she felt helpless again and continued,

"Don't think Donald is like a good person to talk to... that's just in normal conditions. When you face him, you will find that even looking directly at him is a matter of courage."

"You can't say it, it's true. I saw him standing by the door, looking very reserved and want to lean up and try his body, but when I wanted to walk forward, my body stopped involuntarily. My intuition told me that it would be better not to do that... But that's better. I think Mr. Grant must be a very powerful person, right? Such a man is reliable, like the person who runs to us every day, blows his mouth and actually has a few capable ones."

Audrey leaned against the recliner and pulled a grape into her mouth, recalling the close contact with Donald Grant just now, and felt deeply.

"Yeah, "blowing" is a scattered thing, that's a skill, right? Don't you like it?"

People who grew up in the Golden Shop, no matter what they are in their hearts, are absolutely one by one.

"Ah! Are you itchy? I mean looking for a husband. If you have the chance, of course you have to find someone like Mr. Grant. Believe in my opinion. When he is determined to be good to a woman, he will definitely give his wholehearted efforts. Although his eyes were floating around when he looked at us just now, it was just... appreciation. He and we don't seem to be from the same world."

For some reason, Audrey felt this way. Donald stood in front of her, but her temperament made her feel unreal.

"It's not easy to be aware of someone's identity. It's weird if we are in the same world as us."

There was a girl next to her who built her nails and said casually, but the atmosphere in the lounge suddenly became silent.

Now they are dressed brightly, but they know in their hearts that this only has a shelf life of a few years.

People will always grow old.

This is actually the reason why Stephanie chose to leave here, but they just didn't mention it tacitly.

"Don't worry about Donald, I'm still a good person. How are you doing recently? No trouble, although I'm not here anymore, if someone harasses you and calls me at any time, I will definitely let the troublemakers go without losing money!"

Stephanie noticed the change in the atmosphere and quickly pulled the topic back.

"If you can have something, life will still be the same. But you, this time, came back specially. I just said that there was news to ask? Tell me quickly. It's only 8 o'clock now, and it's still early. In two hours, we won't have so much time to spend with you here."

Audrey is obviously the eldest sister here, and most of the time she is talking to Stephanie.

"I want to ask you to help me find out two things, about the kidnapping case in Wangque District recently and the finger cut-off case in Tallinn District that has recently begun to attract attention..."

"The young lady of the Tate family? Many customers have talked about this when they come recently."

People always like to pay attention to things in the upper class. Even if their lives are not much different from them, they still enjoy spying through channels such as newspapers and radio, and try to substitute themselves into their identities to make some judgment on their behavior.

I dream of one day being as successful as them.

"Yes, it's the disappearance of Matil Tate, but I don't want you to ask who kidnapped her. No one knows this question now. Even if you ask, they will at most give you some nonsense information. What I want you to ask is why Matil Tate was kidnapped, the information about the Tate family in recent times and the case of the Finger Cut and the Tallinn District...that is, whether there is any connection between the case of the Finger Cut and the Man-Eater Cut and the Ghost."

Stephanie remembers the discussion between her and Donald when she came, avoiding direct inquiries, but instead using indirect ways, the Tart family may be able to cover up some key things, but they can't stop everyone's mouths, and there are always some subtle things that will be unintentionally known.

"Look, our Stephanie is not an ordinary person now. We are starting to deal with these big guys..."

There was another kind laughter in the lounge.

As we talked, the lounge was chatting enthusiastically, and Donald outside followed the girl named Penny along the corridor.

From the inner hall to the main hall, the corridor in the middle is not spacious, nor is it an open-air style, but a road in the house where up to three or four people can walk side by side.

There are ceramic tiles under your feet, and there are semi-hollowed stone-carved walls on both sides. After walking to a certain part, you can see the men and women sitting in the main hall outside and the unstoppable singing and dancing on the stage.

The songs sung in such a place and the dances performed naturally cannot be elegant and dignified. At least now what Donald sees are some women in a half-disguised manner dancing dances full of teasing and suggestion on it.

"Mr. Grant, do you need to find a playmate for you? Or... I can do it too."

Penny is not outstanding in height, but her figure is indeed extraordinary. Donald just lowered his head, and his snow-white look was a little sticky.

"That's my honor."

It’s all here, if you sit alone in the corner, it will be eye-catching. Having a lady sitting around you can avoid a lot of trouble.

The entire main hall is built like a theater... or it is more like an old-fashioned teahouse in some previous life watching operas. There are more than a dozen tables placed underneath, with melons, fruits, and tea.

Under Penny's leadership, Donald found a position near the corridor, watched the dance on the stage, and chatted casually.

"What does Mr. Grant do? He looks like a rich man."

"Uh... Actually, it's just working in a government agency, so there's no saying of wealth."

I was peeling oranges in my hand and thinking that my job was strictly a job that was a stranger.

It's just that the work is a bit special.

"Then you must know that the Saint Maiden will do you? I have a sister who said that it was a very powerful government agency, and it seemed that it was composed of many powerful ladies."

"Hmm? The Saint will?"

Donald has never heard of such an institution in the government.
Chapter completed!