Mystery: The Witch and the Calamity

"Ms. Ianna, you are the most beautiful woman tonight."

Although there are not many women tonight...

After this short period of precipitation, Joyce's mentality has become peaceful. Since Ianna dares to meet him in public, it means that she doesn't want to...or dare to do anything to herself.

After thinking about this, he even had the intention to add some obstacles to Ianna:

"If I remember correctly, you are Major General Bright's female companion."

The subconscious meaning of this sentence is to say that we are obviously from two camps, you weasels are greeting the chicken for the New Year, what is close to my set!

Ianna didn't care, the aura between her brows was very seductive, and she said with a smile:

"General Bright is my good friend, but in contrast, I prefer to make friends with young talents like Mr. Best!"

Huh, as expected of a "witch", straightforward enough... If it weren't for the existence of Beyonders in this hall, Ianna would not dare to use too many Beyonder abilities, I'm afraid she would be unable to resist... But "Witch of Pleasure" The passive ability is also very powerful!

Joyce took a gulp of cold champagne and suppressed the throbbing in his heart:

"Ms. Ianna is joking. Let me take the liberty to ask a question, do you know my father, Mr. William Best?"

This temptation caught Ianna off guard. She was puzzled at first, then seemed a little surprised, and finally her eyes brightened a bit... It's a pity that she is not an "audience" and can't see more things. Joyce regrets not taking Sophia with her. coming.

"William and you mentioned me?"

There was more joy in her tone, and she even sped up her speech a lot.

Sure enough, she had an encounter with William, but why does her performance look like a woman who was ruthlessly thrown away by William, but never gave up on him... Is this the witch's instinct?

Joyce sighed inwardly and replied:

"I mentioned it twice, but it was limited to your name, so I didn't recognize you when I first saw you."

Ianna's expression was disappointed and a little unwilling, she explained:

"William is one of the best men I've ever met, and I've always admired him."

Ghosts believe it! Joyce resisted the urge to curl his lips, and heard her continue to babble:

"William also said that he would give me a gift before participating in the last mission that made him unfortunately sacrifice, but unfortunately I never had the chance to receive it again..."

"Has he mentioned this to you?"

"I'm sorry, no." Joyce pretended to recall, and then firmly denied it.

"Maybe it's because we don't have this fate." Ianna was silent for a while, and asked in a chatty way:

"I heard that General Gordon admires you very much. The banquet tonight is for you?"

Joyce was puzzled and said with dignity:

"General Gordon is my father's comrade-in-arms for many years and my beloved elder. Both of them have always been my goals."

"You and William are really similar." Ianna looked at Joyce with those nostalgic eyes, almost letting the latter sink in, and then said in a seductive tone:

"I'm becoming more and more interested in you, maybe we can have a deep exchange."

In-depth communication, how to in-depth? Don't mess with me... Joyce thought about it, tilted his head and asked, "Aren't we talking?"

Ianna was amused by his question, covered her mouth and snickered, and said at the same time:

"Next week, I plan to hold a dance. I wonder if I can invite you to attend?"

"You can send the invitation to 14 Stone Street. If I have time, I will definitely attend. No man is willing to refuse a lady like you."

Joyce promised in his mouth, but in his heart he had the exact opposite idea: Kill me, and I won't go!

After getting a positive answer, Ianna wanted to say something else, but her face suddenly became ugly, and it returned to normal after a second, and then she said goodbye:

"Then I'll be waiting for the presence of Mr. Baron."

Joyce watched Ianna's graceful figure go farther and farther, but was surprised to find that she did not return to the crowd or accompany Major General Bright, but walked directly out of the hall and left the banquet.

This is a bit too straightforward. Is the gas tank leaking at home? Joyce speculated maliciously, but soon began to continue to deal with the guests who came to greet him.

The dinner continued in a warm atmosphere. After the sky darkened, the guests left one after another. After saying goodbye to General Gordon, Joyce got into the carriage.

The carriage started slowly, and Joyce, who was accustomed to leaning on the comfortable cushions, began to think about his own gains and losses. This had become a habit of his. It was with this caution that he was able to gain a firm foothold in the center of the whirlpool and gradually approach. the truth.

His first instinct was right. Ianna came for him at all, and even attracted Bright for it. Otherwise, how could he, a major general and a nobleman, attend a banquet without being invited? That's very disrespectful behavior.

From this point of view, their relationship is not as simple as a mistress~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Considering that Bright's family has always been loyal to the royal family... Ianna and Bright may be the people in charge of George III's arrangement of manipulating human trafficking in Rorsted ...

Ianna didn't show ill will to herself, and she probably didn't recognize me as the one who was in the cafe yesterday afternoon.

Another point, Joyce previously guessed that the reason why Ianna was monitoring her was to find Emily, but now this conclusion has been completely overturned...

Ianna didn't raise any questions about Emily at all, and seemed to be completely unaware of his relationship with Emily, but showed an extraordinary concern for William's affairs, and seemed to want to get William from Joyce. what is left...

Today's windfall is to learn that his current status as a baron actually came from Bright's help! It's a pity that General Gordon obviously knows the inside story, at least part of it, but he doesn't want to make it clear...

You said that you are not a fortune teller, so what kind of magic stick are you pretending to be!

Thinking about it, Joyce suddenly felt a little sleepy, which might be due to the excessive alcohol intake. Slowly, he fell asleep.

He thought he would be woken up by the driver Karl, but in his sleep, there was an inexplicable pain in his head, as if an iron rod had been inserted into his brain, and he even stirred it around.

He shouted involuntarily, his voice was high-pitched and sharp, and his snot and tears flowed out physiologically.

Waiting for the pain to ease a little, he raised his head and found himself in a small closed room with two candles hanging on the wall, burning strongly, reflecting a not bright orange-red light.

Joyce was being tied to a chair, and a man with a mask was sitting in front of him, staring at him playfully.

"Who are you? Where is this? Where's Carl?"