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Abigail looked back calmly and looked at the time. It was already [-]:[-] in the evening, and he was probably coming soon.

The girl held her hands nervously.

Then, she was attracted by the faint voice from the gate, as if some people were talking there, after that, the gate was opened, like opening a Pandora's box, and the roar of the storm filled the splendid hall.

Abigail quickly turned her gaze away, and when she saw the person coming, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up, her ruby-like eyes twinkling with stars.

It's just that when the eyes fell on the figure beside him, the girl's expression suddenly froze, and her little hands were clenched tightly.

At this time, those pale little faces were even bloodless, their eyes were slightly dazed, and there was a sour and bitter taste in their hearts.

"For...why..."

She pursed her lips tightly, staring intently at the two figures, her hands tightly twisted together.

Really...really share him with someone?

Not reconciled!Not reconciled!Not reconciled!

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After the door was opened, the good sound insulation effect was suddenly shattered, and the hall was filled with the sound of heavy rain, strong wind and thunder. The band subconsciously stopped playing, the conductor turned around, and the dancing guests stopped dancing, expressing their doubts. Look, some people started talking in low voices.

"That seems to be... the eldest lady of the Gilaman family?"

"Who's that next to him? He looks quite handsome." A pretty lady stood on her tiptoes and stretched her neck to look over there. The distance from the center of the hall to the door was not very close. Just a glimpse of it also aroused her interest.

"I don't know, maybe it's an attendant or something? But they are late, hehe, it's so impolite to be late at the dance of the Philos family, it seems that the tutor of the Gilaman family is nothing more than that."

"Correct, the Gilaman family has only risen through ocean-going trade in the past few decades. They are just upstarts. They don't have any family background."

Some principals of the Philos family frowned slightly. Berkeley, who was suffocated, just went downstairs and didn't ask what was going on. He just saw the door was opened, walked over the crowd to the door with a gloomy face, and reprimanded the guard at the same time.

"Who told you to open the door?"

"What should I do if the guests are frightened by such a big storm outside?"

"You, you, you, you three, what's going on?"

After several waiters explained the matter, Berkeley frowned slightly: "A late guest?" Then he stretched his head to look over.

Gilaman's girl?Sure enough, rude.He thought with disdain that the pride of being Philos allowed him to ignore the status and wealth of the Gilaman family—anyway, no matter how rich they are, they are not as rich as my family.

Then he looked at Li Weisi, thinking in his heart, isn't the lady sheriff of the Gilaman family not engaged?

This kid...

Berkeley narrowed his eyes slightly and took a closer look. He always felt as if he had seen this face somewhere, but he couldn't remember it after thinking about it for a while, so he walked over to say hello with a smile—as a direct descendant of a big family, he was polite on the surface. Absolutely in place.

"The Feiros family is full of glory because of the arrival of the two of you. Please come in. Close the door and continue playing music!" He gave a few orders, then turned around with a smile and introduced himself: "My humble Berkeley Feiros."

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Chapter 310 Chapter 160 VII The Belated Asura Field

Li Weisi originally thought that the Berkeley Fellowes in front of him would make every possible effort to make things difficult for him because of his lateness, but unexpectedly he did not do anything unnecessary.

The three of them just exchanged names and exchanged polite greetings a few times—similar to whether it was raining, the wind was blowing, whether it was raining or not.

Afterwards, Berkeley asked the waiter to guide Levi and Caitlin to the hall, and followed behind in deep thought.

Watson Holmes?

How does it feel like I have heard this name somewhere.Berkeley rubbed his chin, and noticed Abigail who was on the edge of the winding stairs. She was sitting in a wheelchair and seemed to be observing something.

Berkeley wondered what attracted his impudent and rebellious niece who was usually not interested in anything but science.

Following the girl's gaze, he saw Watson Holmes and Caitlin Gillaman running towards the buffet table not far ahead.

Wait, Watson Holmes?Berkeley stroked his forehead and patted it lightly. He almost forgot that his father and elder brother had mentioned this name before. It seemed that the eldest aunt was planning to absorb talents into the family. It seemed that it had something to do with the invention?

It is said that the relationship with Abigail is very good, the eldest aunt seems to intend to recruit him, and probably also has the idea of ​​marrying Abigail to him, but the father seems to have a different opinion from the eldest aunt.

When Berkeley thought of this, he was too lazy to continue thinking. In recent years, Stevan and Camille have had too many disagreements. One is his father and the other is a legendary aunt. The struggle between the two represents the Philos family. In the confrontation between the two power groups, he still

It is better not to get involved.

In fact, the appearance of such an idea was related to his identity. Berkeley, as the tenth son of Stevan Fellowes, was born basically out of line with family inheritance.

Apart from the disappearance of Abigail's father, there are still eight heirs in the line of succession, and it's not his turn.

Although the education he received was similar from childhood to adulthood, but when he reached the age of knowing the world, he basically started to behave poorly, and even gave up some of the power he could have obtained.

During this period, Stevan, who was his father, also talked to him many times. After knowing Berkeley's thoughts, he reluctantly let him put it down.

But maybe it was also because he had no hope of succeeding the patriarch, Stevan still sympathized with his son, so he usually favored him more, and Berkeley accepted it with peace of mind.

To put it simply, this is a pure fun guy, a standard rich second-generation dude who usually helps organize necessary social activities such as dances and banquets at home, that is, when his elder brothers and parents are busy with other things. They are all listening to music.

When Berkeley returned to the hall, the guests saw that the host didn't say anything, and they all kept silent. Everyone pretended nothing happened, and continued dancing to the cheerful music.

Some people left with their dance partners when they were tired, and sat down at the buffet table, enjoying the food and talking about interesting things in a low voice.

Aiwen Abino danced with the young lady of the Medalda family. Seeing that Abigail didn't even bother to look over her, she curled her lips and felt a bit self-indulgent.

So he politely ended the dance with the lady, and touched Miss Medarda's ass in a slightly frivolous and subtle way. He is a veteran in the field of love and knows how to succeed without annoying women.

Miss Medarda was frightened and angry at first, but gradually calmed down after Ivan's ear-whispering words and slightly provocative movements within etiquette, he invited the lady to dance an elegant dance.

Got it.Ivan was sure, but he didn't chase after the victory, nor did he invite her to dance the next dance. Instead, he said goodbye to Miss Medarda abruptly, saying that he had something to do now.

The activities for the second half of the night tonight have basically been set, and there is no doubt that Ivan will not return empty-handed.In a blink of an eye, Aiwen put the prey he had already got behind his head first, thinking about how to get back the place without offending the Philos family.

After all, he lost such a big face in public. Although Aiwen Abino didn't pay much attention to reputation, he still wanted face.

He was thinking, and his eyes swept over Abigail, and found that she was no longer on the terrace on the second floor, but went down to the first floor. At this time, she was stopping at a corner on the edge of the buffet table, following her Looking at it with his eyes, it seemed to be the two late guests.

One of them he knew, the famous Miss Sheriff, Caitlin Gillamann, and the other was quite unknown, an Ionian, but also very characteristic-he was quite handsome.

Could it be... Ivan froze in place after guessing Abigail's intentions.

Tsk, I thought you were some kind of chaste woman, but it turns out that you are just like those high-class ladies who just like vulgar women on the outside.

After being slightly stunned for a while, Ai Wen actually laughed out loud. If he had known that she was such a person, why would he be willing to come over to her in a lowly manner.

It's crazy to be so worried about such a rouge vulgar fan.

Does that Ionian deserve to be compared with himself?In terms of family, blood, and wealth, how can he compare to me?Even that face was only slightly more handsome than himself.

Or that woman likes this one?

Aiwen was a little speechless when he thought of this. He had indeed heard that some ladies liked the looks of Ionians. It was really weird, but they were just a group of yellow-skinned monkeys.

A group of backward barbarians who were almost destroyed by Noxus a few years ago, relying on Piltover's trade to survive.

He had forgotten how much Piltover had benefited from the trade.

It's just that even though he was thinking this way, the anger in Aiwen's heart was getting bigger and bigger. In any case, she was his fiancee—although it was only mentioned by the elders of both parties, but it had not been fully finalized—but in this situation I don't know anything about other men, isn't this putting my face under my feet?

He pondered for a while, then walked towards Berkeley.

When Berkeley saw Aiwen approaching, he thought that the anger he suffered today was ultimately the fault of this kid, and he didn't give him a good face.

"Ewen, you are too anxious. Although my father said that he wanted you to get engaged, but the engagement ceremony was not held. How dare you offend my niece, how dare you offend Abigail Fellowes? Could it be that in your Abino In the eyes of the family, the Philos family has declined, right?"

Ai Wen was stunned for a second, his face turned pale with fright, and he thought it was the meaning of Patriarch Philos, so he quickly apologized and explained: "Uncle Berkeley, you know me, I am not—"

"Okay." Berkeley waved his hand, "I'm sorry you don't have that brain."

The guests around heard the sound of suppressed laughter.

Alvin: "..."

Damn, I was tricked.At this time, Aiwen didn't know that this was just Berkeley's manipulation of himself, his face turned red and white at times, they were all bad guys, no one could look down on them

who?

It's just that there is a need for others now, and although Berkeley Ferros is bad, but he is quite favored by the Patriarch Ferros, Ivan can only suffer from this boring loss.

However, what the dude is best at is acting on the occasion. After a meal, it seems that the previous embarrassing scene has disappeared, and Ai Wen also took the opportunity to get closer.

"Uncle Berkeley, who is that Ionian over there? I don't think I've seen him before."

"Huh? Where?" Berkeley followed Ivan's gaze and saw the person who claimed to be Watson Holmes before.

Staring subconsciously for a while, even as a sensual playboy, Berkeley had to admit that the Ionian was indeed the most handsome person he had ever seen in his life.

Whether it is facial features or skin, it is simply the masterpiece of the gods, or maybe the legendary gods are not so perfect, and the dress on him transformed the vague pride on his body into a rather restrained nobility.

Aiwen couldn't tell the real nobility, obviously that person's etiquette had many rough places, he looked like a muddy leg, but the demeanor displayed by his gestures was not comparable to that of any high-class person present.

It's like a phoenix getting into a group of pretentious native chickens, but compared to the nobility of our Philos family, it's still more than a notch behind.

Probably some prince from Ionia, who has the feeling of no taboo, but the etiquette is extremely vulgar, a typical barbarian chief.

This idea came to Berkeley's mind. In the eyes of the Philos family, other families are indeed no different from a group of chickens. However, they have always done their superficial etiquette in place, and almost no one will notice this arrogance.

In fact, not only him, most of the guests at the ball were also observing this Watson Holmes, guessing the origin, and some people speculated about his relationship with the Gilaman family because of Caitlin Gilaman .

Some guests even came over to say hello with wine, but it seemed that Watson Holmes was not interested in communicating with other families, and left after a few polite conversations.

"How? Uncle Berkeley, I don't remember that Piltover has Ionian influence. Could it be someone from Zaan Takeda Saito?" Ivan guessed from the side.

Berkeley glanced at him: "Takeda Saito? That lowly mud-legged person deserves an invitation letter from my Philos family? You really have no brains."

Ai Wen was choked to death by this sentence, but it was not easy to talk back when faced with such a big show of seniority and status above him. What he said before frightened him - if it was because he made Fei If there is any rift between the Ross family and the Abino family, the old man may hang himself up and smoke.

So he just smiled and said, "Please ask Uncle Berkeley to give me some advice."

Berkeley pondered for a while, glanced at Ivan, and thought about it.