Chapter 26: The Wordsworth's mansion occupies half a city
Heloise set up an electronic synthesized voice and then called all the TV stations, self-published media, newspapers and magazines in the PHOENIXFELL Empire without leaving out.
"Hello, I'm reporting to your department that Councilman Brady Brook is setting up a sinister superstitious ritual of drawing on ghosts and cursing people at home. If you rush over now, you can catch a live shot, if you're late, your opponents will seize the headlines ahead of you."
Heloise curled her lips in satisfaction and swiveled around in the swivel chair, hearing the electronic synthesized voice blaring from the computer.
Perfect!
After the phone call, Heloise hung up all the calls in a blaze of speed and reopened the surveillance screen, porting the hawthorn water and sipping it leisurely.
The media had the keenest sense of smell, even if the call came inexplicably.
Five minutes later, the media arrived at the outside of Brook's house one after another. The group of journalists were hiding in the dark to think of every possible way to secretly shoot the picture in the courtyard, until a commotion was made because more and more journalists came.
The middle-aged magician sat in the center of the patterns on the ground, and he was still murmuring.
Coral sat on the swing and her smile froze. What was going on outside?
Brady Brook also looked outside in shock, seeing that somehow a crowd had packed outside their courtyard.
"Take the Magician inside! Quickly! Remove all the rituals! Move them away!
The servants ran out in a panic to clean up the mess.
Coral froze, realized something bad had happened, and she turned and ran inside the house, covering her face with her hands for fear of being photographed.
"Ding-"
"Ding, ding--"
News alerts popped up one after another in the lower right corner of the computer.
[Councilor Brady Brook sets a sinister superstitious ritual of drawing on ghosts, suspected of cursing his political rivals.]
[The most sinister superstitious ritual at home, is the Charity Angel's persona of Coral hard to stand its ground?]
The professional media were always good at weaving headlines.
Well done!
Heloise finished the hawthorn water and then stretched herself. It was a beautiful evening, so she could sleep soundly all night.
The news of the next day would surely be more exciting.
...
At the Wordsworth's, there was an estate ranked as the No. 1 mansion in the world.
The Wordsworth's covered an area so vast that it was unrivaled in the country, and was said to occupy half of the PHOENIXFELL Capital city.
From a distance, security guards stood like a forest.
The mansion stretched for several kilometers from an alabaster bridge across to the majestic castle.
Along the way, the countless exotic flowers and plants, aprons, parking lots, private golf courses, ski slopes and other facilities were readily available, and its extravagance and magnificence had been brought out undoubtedly.
As soon as the first rays of sunlight hit the corner of the castle, the servants had already freshened up and started working.
Ben arrived at the Wordsworth's, walking through the splendid gilded lobby, stepping into the elevator, and heading upstairs.
The door of Reginald's room was tightly closed, and the butler and the maids were already waiting at the door, all of them respectfully bowing their heads, not daring to make a sound for fear of disturbing the people resting inside.
When they saw Ben, they only nodded their heads in greeting.
The door suddenly opened.
Reginald appeared in the doorway. His dark gray robe was not very tightly tied, revealing his sexy chest, his short hair slightly messy.
Seeing a bunch of people standing in front of the door, he didn't have much of a genial look on his face, the tails of his eyes hooked in gloom.
"Young master."
The butler immediately moved forward and served him carefully, "Do you think you would like to pick a suit here, or in the dressing room?"
A few maids rolled out a few removable hangers with various types of men's clothing. Almost any style was available for him to choose from.
Reginald glanced at them coldly, his eyes landing on a black suit.
The butler immediately took the matching array of accessories for him before he said a word.
Reginald headed inside, followed by the butler and Ben, while the maids remained outside.
Reginald changed into his new shirt and pants, his long hands fastening the buttons till the top, as the butler unfolded the suit in his hands and put it on for him.