Yulia slammed the door shut, isolating the dozens of big men from outside, but her plump chest was still rising and falling violently.
What just happened was undoubtedly the most humiliating moment in her twenty-two years of life.
As the sister-in-law and mistress of the head of the Ulan Republic, as a well-known socialite in both Jeffrey and Ross, and as the big boss of the Ross Club, she actually watched her men being killed, but had no choice but to endure the murderer's words. Insult, this is simply something that Yulia would never dream of happening to her.
"Revenge! I must take revenge! I must cut that bastard Kier into pieces!" The woman made up her mind and began to cry loudly.
It has to be said that Yulia is an absolutely beautiful woman.
She doesn't have the fiery coolness of a Capricorn child, let alone the gentleness and tenderness of Xi Laier, and she lacks the delicacy and grace of Miaochun. However, Yulia has a wildness and untamedness that are rare in women.
For many men, if they can completely subdue such a woman, it will be a sense of accomplishment that is difficult to obtain elsewhere, and it will be a kind of bragging rights that can make other men envious, jealous and even worshiped.
Such a beautiful person was crying so hard that her heart was broken.
"Yura, who provoked you?" A man also wearing a nightgown called the beauty's nickname, and Shi Shiran walked from the bedroom into the living room.
This man was in his forties and had a face that, although not handsome, could easily make people fall in love with him upon seeing him.
His eyes were alert and bright, and he was looking at the angry woman in front of him with a hint of confusion.
Seeing that the real owner was finally "invited", the woman felt a little relieved, but she cried even harder.
The man smiled slightly, picked up a bottle of pomegranate-colored red wine from the wine table, poured two glasses of it, drank by himself, and started "watching the rain" with another glass.
Yulia cried for a while again, but no man came to comfort her. When she looked up, she saw the other person's eyes full of teasing.
"Hmph!" She wiped her face with her nightgown regardless of appearance, got up and walked to the wine table, picked up the freshly opened bottle of red wine and poured it down her throat.
When the man saw this, his smile slowly faded, and he said unhappily: "That's enough! Don't be childish! What happened?"
"Enough? I've really had enough! I'm your woman but I can't reveal my identity, and now I have to swallow it when someone points my nose and scolds a bitch in heat! I've really had enough!" the woman said, grabbing it. The wine glass in the man's hand shattered on the stage, and then he cut the break toward his wrist vein.
"No!" The man was surprised and waved his big hand, and the broken wine glass flew out in a burst of cyan energy.
While Yulia was stunned, her body was already firmly held by the man.
She tried her best to break away, but to no avail, she opened her mouth and bit the other person's arm.
The man gasped in pain and smelled a hint of blood.
He was about to have an attack, but he saw that the woman's nightgown in his arms was in a mess, and her body, which was straight forward and backward, was still twisting and struggling.
The man suddenly felt an excitement he had never experienced before, and without thinking, he rushed in and launched a mad attack.
The woman froze, and then began to kick more crazily, but only a moment later, her breathing became heavier, and her body wrapped around the opponent like a water snake.
The few big men outside the door were a little worried when they heard the movement in the room at first, but gradually they relaxed and showed knowing smiles.
At the same time, in the living room of the McCann Embassy in Ross, Master Keir was still standing casually, listening to the instructions.
The person who was training him was a man about fifty years old. He was thin but very strong. When he opened his mouth to speak, a few forehead lines would appear on his forehead. At first glance, he looked like the kind of guy who was very willing to persuade others.
"You just don't do your job all day long and do whatever you want. Today, you took the initiative to deliver the letter. The result? It's really hard to change your nature. You can't walk when you see a pretty woman. Now that the secret letter is lost, you actually You still commit murder in public at Ross Hotel, you simply don’t know what the heavens are! It’s been uneasy recently, and you’re still causing trouble here, can’t you just let me be clean for two days?” the man reprimanded angrily.
"Dad! You've been shouting for a long time, are you tired? Come on, let's take a sip of wine to calm down!" Kil said nonchalantly, and actually found a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and poured it over.
This man was Kiel's father, Claude, McCann's consul general in Ross.
He couldn't do anything about his son, who knew he was getting into trouble, so he took the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp. However, he choked on a sip and started coughing.
Keir acted like a good baby at this time, and when he saw this, he hurriedly stepped forward to help his father pat him down.
"Hmph! Don't think that's the end of it. Tell me, what do you think?!" Claude gasped. Although his expression was still serious, his tone had softened a lot.
Keir keenly felt the changes expected by his father, and felt happy in his heart. After more than 20 years of battle of wits and courage, how could he not know the other's temper?
"Why don't you just kill a hotel manager? What's the big deal?!" Kil asked nonchalantly.
"Ah? What if they ask Ross to officially resolve the matter? There were so many people present at the time, how could you and your men get away with it? Do you understand that this will escalate into a diplomatic incident?" the Consul General shouted, There is a tendency to get angry again.
"Report to the official? Huh! Do they dare? As the head of state, he ignores the important affairs of the country, but goes to a place thousands of miles away to have an affair with his wife's sister. He can't cover up such a scandal, so what? Are you willing to attract official attention for a civilian?!" Kil said with hatred.
"Huh? This kid has grown up! He is very clear when analyzing things!" Claude secretly praised him after hearing this, but at the same time he blamed himself for not thinking carefully enough.
He had known that his precious son was interested in Yulia, but he had not been able to succeed because of the face of Ulan Head of State Miaze.
But this time, Keir took the initiative to send a letter to the lover of the woman he liked. He was obviously with bad intentions and came to make a protest!
"Oh! I didn't realize it! What a failure!" The Consul General blamed himself in his heart, but he still refused to relax.
"Put the murder aside for now. It's a big deal if you lose the secret letter. What if..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by his son.
"Come on, don't scare me! If the secret letter is opened forcefully without a key, it will explode immediately, right? So it doesn't matter whether you lose it or not! Even if it is lost, I have sent the news about the secret letter anyway. If The head of state really cares about the contents inside. I think he will send someone to ask for advice soon. Don't tell me that you really don't know the contents inside!" Kiel said with a sullen face.
"Is it great to be the head of state? If we, McCann, didn't support him, how could he, a history teacher, have the status he has today? Why? With his status as an intermediate-level annotator? Hmph! Who on earth doesn’t know that the sky is high and the earth is high? If you raise a bitch who doesn’t know how to train, she dares to open her mouth and let this young master die. Bah! I want to see who dies first! Dad, you have to support me in this matter. If he really sends If someone asks, just tell him to send that Yulia and the little girl I met on the street first! This is not because I am lustful, I feel that the little girl is related to the recent terrorist attack That group of people is related. If Yulia deliberately protected him, huh, it means that she also had a share in this matter!" The consul general's son added sullenly, with a proud sneer on his face.
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