trap rose

"and many more!"

Ma Lingling arrived downstairs at Wenmian Villa.

When the servant came out to throw away the garbage, Ma Lingling immediately appeared from behind.

She opened her mouth to interrupt the other party's movements, but was so frightened that the servant trembled all over.

When he turned to look at Ma Lingling, the servant's eyes changed from surprise to alertness, and then to suspicion.

"You are……"

Without saying a word, Ma Lingling dragged the servant to a small corner next to her.

She chose a deserted location to avoid all sight in the villa.

Just to talk about it without being discovered by others.

The servant shook her hand away, with a little surprise on his face.

"What are you doing? Are you looking for me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ma Lingling quickly handed the other party a bank card.

When the hard card fell into the hands of the servant, the other person's expression changed.

After a while, the servant was so frightened that he returned the bank card to the other party. He was so anxious that he spoke a little faster.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? Tell me what you have to say. It's really weird to just give me your bank card when you come up."

Ma Lingling lowered her voice and said in a voice that only two people could hear:

"Help me do something, and your benefits are indispensable."

Looking around, there were only two people, Ma Lingling and the servant, in the dark outdoor room.

The other colleagues are still resting in the villa.

Ma Lingling could see the other party's concerns, and then added:

"Don't worry, it's absolutely safe here and you won't be discovered by others. Even if someone comes out, I won't betray you, let alone say anything bad. Are you interested in talking to me?"

The servant's eyes flickered, he was really curious.

After all, the other party gave him a bank card.

Such a generous move made the servant become a money-hungry person.

"You said, as long as I can, I will definitely help you."

"Trust me, you can definitely do it."

Her answer was so firm that the servant was a little surprised.

The bank card was thrust back into the servant's hand. This time, she did not refuse, but quietly accepted the bank card.

"You said."

"I heard that Wen Mian participated in the original piano composition competition. I need you to get Wen Mian's piano score. As long as you help me take pictures of all the scores, the money will be yours."

She clicked the card in the servant's hand, and then said:

"There are 100,000 yuan in the card. After everything is done, there will be another 300,000 yuan for you."

For a servant, this is not a small sum.

Although she works in Pei Zhiyao's villa, her monthly salary is only ten or twenty thousand.

Sometimes if you perform well, you will get some commission.

Why didn't she do this job where she could easily get 400,000 yuan?

The servant squinted his eyes and immediately responded to Ma Lingling's words excitedly.

Not even the slightest hesitation.

She didn't understand the rules of the competition, let alone how important the piano score was to Wen Mian.

All she knew was that it wouldn't harm Wen Mian's safety, so there was nothing wrong with taking a photo.

"Watch it with me, don't worry."

Ma Lingling breathed a sigh of relief, but she was still a little worried.

"Remember, don't be discovered by Wen Mian! If Wen Mian asks you, just say you don't know and you're not taking pictures. Contact me after you get the specific composition."

After saying that, a note was thrust into the servant's arms.

The man nodded and calmly returned to the villa with his bank card.

With Ma Lingling's explanation, she closed the door of the villa, but looked straight at the bedroom on the second floor and the study on the side.

Wen Mian didn't go to the study often, that was Pei Zhiyao's territory.

Sometimes Wen Mian would lock himself in the bedroom and do everything in there.

Presumably, the piano score Ma Lingling wanted must be upstairs.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

While the servant was dazed, other servants around her interrupted her concentration.

The woman quickly converged her eyes, but she guarded the pocket on her waist in a panic.

These things must not be seen by others, let alone told to anyone.

"Nothing. By the way, has Miss Wen rested?"