England 1986

Chapter 45
As if seeing Viscount Fox's thoughts, Allen replaced the wiped civilized stick to his left hand, leaned on the ground and posed, and said slowly as if chatting: "Two months ago? No, no, no. More than a month ago , I also disembarked here, and I still remember Huth waiting for me on the pier."

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"Hmph, I heard you're going to Boston?"

Even if he knew what time he arrived at the port, it would be easier to check the destination.

Viscount Fox didn't deny it either, and nodded honestly.

"Boston. It's a great place. I heard that there are Irish people everywhere? You have never changed your mind, and you are going to join them!"

Allen said this sentence with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if joking.

Fox was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized what this sentence meant!

"It's you!!! Allen!!!"

He has inquired through his relationship. The reason why the people from the Security Bureau troubled him was a little vague, and the people there didn't give him that detailed explanation. The general idea was that he colluded with outsiders. Low-level, but works great!

It is impossible for outsiders who don't care to know about such a relatively secret matter, but now Allen said bluntly that he is going to defect to the Irish. After combining the front and back, no matter how stupid Fox is, he knows who is playing tricks here!
"I didn't sue you with His Highness. I didn't tell His Highness that you colluded with Koreans and Irish rioters. You guessed it yourself."

"you!!!"

"Ha ha."

Allen watched Fox's face turn red in an instant, rosy in white, which was quite amusing, and added a dose of strong material to him: "But... I also want to thank Butler Nesri for sending me the "seal" "Ah, isn't this evidence? Now, you are going to Boston again, which is also reasonable. Go. Those Irish people in Boston can't wait to see you. When His Royal Highness knows that you have gone to Boston, presumably Will definitely be very happy!"

"You, uh?!"

Thinking of the suspicion that he couldn't clear up even if he jumped into the Atlantic Ocean, Fox tremblingly wanted to point Alan, his chest heaved violently a few times, and he quickly closed his mouth tightly, as if he wanted to vomit something, but was held back by him up.

"Hey? If you want to die on the boat, don't die on the pier, so as not to dirty our land in Carmarthenshire."

Following Allen's last words, Viscount Fox couldn't hold back anymore, a trace of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he rolled his eyes and lay on the ground.

"tsk"

Looking at the Viscount Fox who finally fell down, Allen smacked his lips and said for a long time that this old guy was quite resistant.

Gogou pointed and called Xiao Shitou: "Go get someone to help them carry them onto the boat, and tell them to get out!"

"Yes, Master!"

Watching the cruise ship slowly leave the shore, Allen had a smile on his face. It was not until today, when he saw Fox's miserable appearance, that he finally vented his anger.

He still remembers that when he came back, the old guy sent a housekeeper to test him. The plan was very vicious, and he wanted the Koreans to stand in front of him and blackmail his land in the name of the project!

The property of the Hill family is all his, Alan's, with thousands of acres of black. Doesn't this want his life?

No matter how remote Wales is, how much will it cost to develop a high-end villa area after decades of land?
Even this kind of old guy wants to hack him?
Not killing him is because Alan dare not do it too blatantly under the unspoken rules, but on the premise of not killing him, Alan also wants to do his best to not let this old thing have a good time!
Allen was overjoyed watching Fox being carried aboard the ship to Boston like a dead dog.

Cardiff Airport is located more than ten kilometers west of Cardiff, the capital of Wales.

A Boeing Boeing 747 landed slowly.

The VIP channel took the lead in walking out of a three-person team.

A bodyguard of a strong white man, and a very tight woman wrapped in a mask.

Followed by a small assistant holding a notebook.

The little assistant flipped through the notebook quickly, and the paper rattled.

"Meryl, the person receiving us will be holding a sign with a black rose pattern."

"I see."

The woman named Meryl might have been a little tired just after getting off the plane, so she waved her hand to interrupt the little assistant's reminder in an unquestionable tone.

Cardiff Airport is a small airport, and they are going through the VIP channel. A group of people soon came to the parking lot, and saw a very tall and strong man holding a painting in his hand. Holding a piece of paper with a black rose pattern, seeing their eyes, the strong white man felt something, quickly focused his eyes on the three of them, and waved to them.

"Ms. Streep, right? I'm your assistant. He sent me to pick you up. Get in the car."

Little Stone was not interested in these three people, and was even a little prejudiced. If Allen hadn't asked him to come, he wouldn't have come to drive the young master's car to pick up the three Yankees himself.

"It's me. Thank you for your hard work."

Sensing the sense of alienation from this strong man, the leader, Meryl, frowned slightly, but said nothing. The invitation this time was very strange, and she still didn't even know who the boss behind the scene was.

The only information I know is that the other party is a great British nobleman, who is very big, very old, not to be trifled with, and also very picky and mysterious.

It has always been the British who went to Hollywood to film in the United States. Now, she is an Oscar-winning actress at the best actress level, and she has to fly here in person to audition.
And when we got to the place, before the Lord showed his face, he sent a driver to receive him.

As the Bentley started slowly, it happened that the three seats were fully occupied. Meryl leaned on the back seat and looked at the interior of the car slightly. Except for a few small places, there were a few that looked like family members. Other than the imprinted coat of arms, everything else looks the same, as for luxury cars, she rides a lot.

Along the way, the car drove very smoothly, and the driver was very quiet. He didn't even bother to look at the rearview mirror. He was just so silent, which made the atmosphere in the car seem very dull.

Until the car finally entered a town, and finally stopped at a parking lot that looked like a small hotel.

A middle-aged man had been waiting here early. When he saw Bentley approaching, his eyes lit up, and he trotted to the side of the car. Seeing Meryl's surprised eyes, the middle-aged man came to the driver's side first, bent over It seems that he respects this taciturn driver along the way.

After the two of them exchanged a few words in a low voice, Meryl saw the middle-aged man hook his hands at her through the window, signaling her to get out of the car.

"Meryl Streep? Welcome to Carmarthen! You may have heard of me. I'm Syfys."

Looking at Sifis with a formulaic smile on her face, Meryl finally remembered that this was the apparent employer, the agent of the great nobleman—— Sifis.

"Hi Mr. Siphis."

Reaching out and gently shaking Siphis' hand.

"Tomorrow. Your Excellency will come over to watch the casting and audition in person. You should have a good night's rest and adjust."

(End of this chapter)