The night was dark and a black Bentley was speeding on the road.
Moore looked through the rearview mirror at the man in the back seat who was resting with his eyes closed. After thinking for a while, he asked, " Mr. Windsor , the Rolls-Royce has been repaired. Do you want to change the car?"
Michael doesn't demand much from material things, but his acceptance is very low. People think he likes to collect famous cars, but he just picks a car with high riding comfort. That Rolls-Royce is the one in a million that won his favor. Because he needed to repair the car before, and also wanted to keep a low profile in front of his wife, he asked someone to buy an emergency car, which was this Bentley. But he didn't expect that he would drive it for so long...
Michael said in a calm voice, "No change."
Moore was surprised, "Madam, don't you know yet?"
The man lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, "Would you believe that the partner you hired with your own money is the richest man?"
"That's why I said that you shouldn't have lied to me from the beginning. Now I can't explain it clearly."
"..."
There was a long silence in the back seat, and Moore realized that he had said something wrong. Hesitantly, he tried to make amends, "What I meant was, if you continue to lie like this, something bad will happen . "
Michael didn't know what he was thinking about, and chuckled, "Nothing will happen, let's wait a little longer." He wanted to see what other abilities that little woman had .
King's Landing was in complete darkness.
When Michael got home, the house was empty. He knew that the crew of "Heart Gate" was reading the script today, but he didn't know that Sophia hadn't come back for so long. It seemed that she was really concerned about this drama.
After taking a shower, the room was still empty. He called out, but no one answered. He called Charlotte again. The call rang for a long time before she picked up. "Hey... Hey, don't touch the steering wheel!"
"Let me go, I'm going to fight Jones !"
"Sister-in-law, calm down and let go first, okay?"
"no!"
Sophia can't drink much, and her drinking habits are even worse.
unknown , but he kept toasting her. Sophia accepted all the toasts and soon got herself drunk. The man with bad intentions wanted to show her his courtesy, so Charlotte quickly took over the job. Everything was fine along the way, but as soon as the car entered the Royal Palace, she woke up in a death dream and insisted on going to Jones to fight.
"Brother! Help, my sister-in-law is so difficult to deal with!" Charlotte wailed speechlessly.
After hearing this conversation, Michael could easily guess what happened. He pursed his lips and asked, "Where are you guys?"
Charlotte quickly replied, "I was almost at the door, but my sister-in-law went crazy and scratched me ! "
Michael turned around, went downstairs and went out. Just as he reached the yard , a black business car came in crookedly. The door opened, a pair of high heels stepped out, and then the girl staggered out of the car. Two hands behind her were nervously holding her, not daring to touch her, nor daring to retreat. Seeing that the person was about to fall, Charlotte was about to reach out to catch her, but a long hand next to her easily took her over, "Slow down."
Sophia was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw a familiar face.
"This handsome guy is quite good-looking."
"Sophia!"
The clear voice, with a warning, successfully sobered her up for a moment, "Oh, it turns out to be my husband!"
The voice is soft, sweet and naive.
The word "husband" made Michael's deep eyes darker. He held her waist with one hand and helped her adjust her skirt with the other hand. The man's voice softened, "Why did you drink so much?"
"I only had five drinks." Sophia held up two fingers.
Charlotte got out of the car and complained, "Brother, I think there's something wrong with that director. He kept forcing me to drink tonight! And he seemed to know how much I could drink, so he got me drunk easily!"
Sophia waved her hands. " What bad intentions could Fairfax have? He's just afraid that I'll beat him up."
Michael, "..."
"Hubby, please carry me back. I can't walk anymore."
Michael carried her back to the house, put her on the sofa, and got up to help her mix honey water. Sophia kicked off her high heels, leaned on the sofa, looked up at the crystal chandelier above her head, and felt that it was a bit dazzling, which hurt her eyes.
Jones and his gang are robbers. They took everything from her and wanted to control her. After so many years, they haven't changed at all. And they are even more shameless and have no bottom line.
"Drink this."
Michael came over, and the moment he bent down, his eyes turned cold, "What's wrong with your face?"
Just now in the yard, the lights were dim and he didn't see her very carefully. Now he realized that half of her face was a little swollen, and if he looked closely, the corner of her lip was a little broken.
Sophia didn't say anything, her beautiful eyes looked a little empty as she stared at him intently.
Michael frowned, "Sophia?"
Sophia sat up straight, took the honey water and sighed, "It would be great if you were really a domineering president."
Michael was stunned for a few seconds, then squatted in front of her and looked at her at eye level, "If so, what do you want to do?"
Sophia's eyes lit up, her hands clenched into fists in front of her chest, and her voice was very excited, "Kill Chloe and Jones !"
Michael laughed, smoothed the hair on the side of her face, and explained patiently, "A domineering president is not a killer . He can't kill others casually."
The light in Sophia's eyes suddenly died out, and she said in disappointment, "Then you are of no use."
Michael, "..."
He had seen the materialistic face of the little woman, but he didn't expect that she would become more realistic after being drunk.
Kill?
Is it useless if you can't kill it?
"It's actually still useful," he reminded.
"for example?"
"Aren't you short of money recently? I can teach you how to make money."
"How do you make money?"
"..."
Charlotte repeatedly asked the driver and the agent to keep it a secret and planned to stay and watch the fun. After all, they were a man and a woman, drinking together. He also just realized that his elder brother was so patient with women, that voice, that look, so gentle that it made him sick.
However, when he quietly opened the door and walked in, he saw two figures sitting on the carpet, leaning against each other, with a computer on the coffee table in front of them, and the screen showing the fluctuating stock market trends. He lay on the sofa, and said in a very speechless voice, "Brother, sister-in-law is drunk, why don't you take the opportunity to do something else, and watch the stock market..."
"Shut up." Sophia scolded him in a tender voice.
Then the next second, her tone of voice changed quickly, becoming gentle and sweet, "Honey, where did you just analyze it? Forget it, just tell me how much this one costs ?"
Charlotte, "..."
Oh, God! This man is hopeless .
Both of them were beyond saving.
He went upstairs by himself and found a guest room to wash up. Just as he finished his shower and was about to lie down, there was a knock on the door. It was Michael.
Charlotte peeked out the door, but didn't see Sophia. She asked in confusion, "Where's my sister-in-law?"
"Asleep."
Michael's slender fingers were still holding an ice pack, as if he had just used it. He asked calmly, "What happened tonight? Who hit her in the face?"