Qiao Nian raised her chin slightly, revealing her graceful neck, with a waterfall of black hair hanging freely on her shoulders. His eyes were cold, yet somewhat unruly, as if he could understand everything, yet he didn't care much about everything.
She wore a short black leather jacket, a simple white T-shirt underneath, and tight black jeans, which highlighted her perfect figure.
One hand rested casually on his knee. The fingers were long and well-defined, and the silver ring on the index finger shone with a cold light.
After several seconds, she turned her head and replied to the other party's message.
[hxs:Look again. ]
Eleanor didn't care about her attitude, she was as familiar and warm as before.
[Eleanor: OK, I’ll contact you when I get there. ]
A new message came in the next second.
Qiao Nian's eyes narrowed slightly.
[Eleanor: The eldest lady of the Theron family will also come. I will try my best to make time. ]
Qiao Nian's left index finger, which was casually placed on the bench, curled up and tapped gently on the edge of the bench. The rhythm was unhurried, as if she was thinking about something.
Qiao Nian picked up the other phone after a few seconds. Seeing that the person there had not responded to the message, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Thinking of something, she pursed her lower lip and did not act rashly. She chose to suppress the uneasy restlessness in her heart and narrowed her eyes to send another message to the other party.
*
In the recreation room of the clubhouse.
It was normal at first.
After Brown brought him over, he introduced the elusive Earl of Lance to Garcia and others.
Everyone put down the table tennis and pai gow they were playing and came over one by one to say hello.
Since we encountered this kind of social occasion, it was inevitable to use social methods to entertain ourselves, so a waiter came in and opened a bottle of Romanee-Conti for everyone.
He brought each of them a glass of sobered red wine, and Brown and the others borrowed the wine and began to interact with the man wearing an exquisite mask to cover his true face.
During this period, the Earl of Reims did not speak much, but he had the aura of a superior person who has been immersed in the sensual circle all year round. He could blend in with them while maintaining a distance from them. Everyone chatted all over the place, and from time to time the topic would be brought to the absolute protagonist here, asking questions related to medieval aristocrats.
Lance sat on the single sofa with his long legs crossed, speaking from time to time, and occasionally listening to what they were saying if he didn't want to talk.
"Sorry, sorry for keeping everyone waiting." Dowell hurried over after dealing with the farce.
"The birthday boy is here."
"Hey, if you're late, you'll have to drink three glasses of wine as a punishment. You can't cheat."
"Hahaha, you punished today's birthday girl. Isn't that excessive?"
"Only the birthday girl needs special treatment. How about... punishing the birthday girl with six cups?"
The proposer was booed and ridiculed by the crowd, and Dowell also gave him a smack, and drank three glasses of fine wine amidst the booing.
With him joining in, the atmosphere in the entertainment room became even more lively.
Lance watched them making trouble, shaking the wine glass in his hand, but never took a sip of the wine in his hand. He took this opportunity to take out the mobile phone in his suit pocket and clicked it.
Sure enough, there was a message from Qiao Nian.
He was getting ready to watch.
Suddenly he heard Dowell calling him: "Count Lance, are you interested in tequila? Do you want a drink?"
"Oh~ someone is going to bleed." Brown was yelling at the side, and explained to the man on the sofa with a smile: "He has a bottle of tequila wine, which is priceless in the market. He usually hides it in the wine cellar and is reluctant to part with it. Take it out and share it with us." (End of chapter)