Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 123 Disguise
Cassius lowered his eyes, and rubbed her back with his fingertips.

"Whose idea is this reception?"

In the floating holographic screen in front of him, Instructor Rory stood stiffly in front of a pile of candles, his bulky body was slightly hunched, and he was still in the banquet hall, half undressed and looked a little guilty.

"The group of children below said it was Claire's opinion." He stood up straight again and said: "She said that she and the commander had been here before, so she recommended the meeting place for us, and this time she was invited because of her excellent performance in the assessment. Leading the team to victory, we didn't expect the commander's family style to be so strict."

"She mentioned it?"

"Yes." Rory bowed deeply, "I will definitely not bring Claire out to play next time, sorry Commander."

Fei Ji also looked at the girl who had completely buried her face in the large suit through the rearview mirror in surprise.

Cassius was silent for a while, and his thick eyebrows frowned deeper and deeper. The car was quiet for a while, and Rory on the other side of the holographic screen was about to break out in cold sweat, before he heard him say indifferently: "Send a sum of money to Don. When will it be his turn to pay for the woman's money?"

Fei Ji said: "Understood."

Rory apologized again: "We are greedy for cheap."

The communicator was hung up, and the car fell into darkness again. From time to time, neon lights flashed from the dark car window, and the man's face appeared strangely white under those blue lights.

He quietly stared at Claire who was curled up in his arms with closed eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his eyes.

When she was carried home, she was already asleep, with her mouth slightly open and her face flushed.

Martina and Elsa stood at the door and watched their commander bring her back. One of them breathed a sigh of relief, while the other looked cold with lowered eyes.

Martina smelled a lot of alcohol on Claire's body, and immediately said: "There are hangover pills at home, I'll go and get two."

"No need." Cassius said succinctly.

Until the bedroom on the second floor was closed, Elsa stood at the stairs, staring at the door, "Does Claire usually sleep in the commander's bedroom?"

Martina glanced at her and snorted softly, "They did sleep together all the time before you came."

"The commander dotes on a slave so much, no wonder Mrs. Laura is nervous." Elsa smiled coldly.

Martina didn't want to talk to her, and just a few steps away, her jealous sharp voice came from behind, "We share a dining table, sleep in a bed, and go in and out of the military camp together. He takes her with him every day. She's not a slave, obviously. It's love."

Martina's steps suddenly stopped, and she turned her head abruptly.

Of course, she knows what Elsa said, and she has also seen the changes in the commander since Claire came. The way she treats someone so special is really like a lover.

She suddenly smiled, her green eyes curled up, "Since you know, then I advise you to stay here peacefully and do nothing, and don't intervene between Claire and the commander. This is a piece of advice."

When she walked away, Elsa showed disdain and whispered: "Advice? I have to get pregnant."

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After taking a shower, Cassius went to the bed and sat down.

"Why do you want to go to Tangna?" His voice was a little cold.

Claire, who was trapped in the quilt, slept peacefully and breathed gently.

It was very quiet in the bedroom, and he was destined not to get an answer.

After a long time, Cassius stood up and walked to the table, and connected Don's communication.

"Cassius, what do you do with the money? The two of us still care about it." Tang said very familiarly.

He said softly, "Send me a copy of the monitoring of the clubhouse tonight."

The other side was silent for a while, "All your people are there tonight. There are surveillance cameras in the lobby and corridors for security reasons, but the rooms are really not equipped. I can guarantee that there will be no problems."

Two minutes later, Tang received a large transfer. He understood what Cassius meant, and said with a smile: "The first commander's offer is generous, and he can refurbish half of my guard aircraft. I'll send someone out to pass it on to you." .”

Within 10 minutes of the communication hanging up, Cassius received a video recording that lasted several hours, including the banquet hall and the corridor on the third floor.

Claire, who had been sleeping soundly on the bed, trembled slightly with her fingers. She had actually woken up since she was put on the bed. Due to the alcohol, he really didn't notice the laziness and deep sleep.

At this time, she was trying to figure out if there was anything out of the ordinary or suspicious about herself tonight.

She had already considered that there would be something like monitoring, so Claire took the risk of getting herself drunk at the beginning to ensure that all abnormal behaviors afterwards were justified.

She ate some food at the long table, ordered two more glasses of wine, drank a glass and stood at the door for a while, and took enough time before going down to the third floor, and began to pretend to be a drunk to break into the room.

Even if she stayed at the door of the last room, she just put her head against the door panel, her long hair should have covered half of her face, plus she was drinking.
Claire reviewed the video carefully and confirmed that there was nothing suspicious about her.

Anything a drunk man does is reasonable, no matter what Cassius sees, he should not be too suspicious of her, but he is too smart to say for sure
Claire turned over, facing the wardrobe, avoiding the bright blue light on the table, forcing herself to relax and sleep first.

In the middle of the night, she felt someone fell asleep next to her, turned over and slipped into his arms, falling asleep completely.

The so-called 'gift' was not torn down to taste in the end either.

The result of the hangover was terrible, and I woke up with a splitting headache in the morning.

Claire leaned against the head of the bed and rubbed her temples. There was no one around her, and it was another scorching sun outside at noon.

She overslept again.

Martina came in through the door with a glass of water and two pills in a tray.

"The hangover medicine, take it quickly."

Claire reached out to take it, "Is the commander out?"

"Go out early in the morning."

Claire swallowed the pills and drank a few sips of water before getting off the bed, "I want to go out this afternoon."

"Where are you going?" Martina asked curiously, "Aren't you resting at home?"

"Well, go to a regular supermarket." Claire nodded, "Just let Jones follow me."

"He went to the maintenance department this morning, I'll go with you." Martina took the water glass she handed back.

"Maintenance department?" Claire said, "What's wrong with his parts?"

"No, he's going to wear a fake rubber leather." Martina wanted to laugh when she mentioned this, "It seems that the banquet hall you went to last night also made Jones feel the happiness of girls?"

Claire was stunned for a moment, and inexplicably thought of the conversation with Cassius last night. She coughed lightly, "He is just a nanny now, and he can indeed have a fake leather."

After returning to her bedroom to wash up, she put on a clean white dress and a hood and went downstairs.

　At present, the order is 193, and the next chapter will be 120~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)