Chapter 237 Daughter Exposed

Erin's thoughts.

The ideas of the people on the second floor are fundamentally different.

But the people on the second floor felt that they were there to support Irene, so many of them ran over.

Now they all think that the beauty trap is nothing, as long as it can successfully trick Milo, it is a good plan.

Some people were still excitedly thinking that it would be best for Irene to persuade Milo to open up investment channels for them.

If you don’t run a household, you don’t know how expensive firewood and rice are; if you don’t run a British aristocrat, you don’t know how poor the British aristocracy is.

Sometimes these people can't even come up with tens of thousands of pounds.

And what about this country bumpkin from the New World?

A fortune of nearly 100 billion pounds, this is too outrageous.

Many people think that the royal family has a lot of wealth, even if we include those hidden offshore companies on Bay Street.

Maybe no one can compare to this American.

The royal family is like this.

Not to mention the dukes, marquises and earls below.

He always talks about the glory of the nobility and the honor of his ancestors.

But they also wanted to squander their lives like the bumpkins in the New World.

Unfortunately, reality does not allow it.

In particular, William Butt also emphasized that Milo's media company went public a few months ago.

Hundreds of millionaires, dozens of multimillionaires and several billionaires were created in one day...

It would be great if I could get even a little bit of benefit from such a super cash cow.

Then I believe they can also get rid of their current "poor life" and live a truly extravagant life.

Although their current life is the kind of life that 99.9999% of human beings cannot afford.

After all, in this world, no one would complain about having too much money, and no one would hate a possible better future life.

However, as the plot below developed, someone upstairs also noticed that something was wrong.

The third generation wasn't all idiots. Some of them were smart. They chuckled and said, "It doesn't look like Irene dealt with the Americans. It looks more like the Americans dealt with her."

"How is it possible?" Some people didn't believe it, and their faces looked a little panicked, as if the goddess of their dreams had been snatched away by someone.

"See for yourself."

The man pursed his lips and asked him to look downstairs.

Downstairs, Irene held her breath and drank two bottles of beer in one breath, a blush appearing on her cheeks.

The pink and white skin, with two blushes, looks a little cute.

"Come on, let's go dance!"

She desperately needed to vent her frustration, so she took Milo's arm and went onto the dance floor.

At her request, the band, which originally played soft saxophone and metal blues music, had to change to explosive rock metal dance music.

Although there were not many customers and not many people on the first floor of the bar, it immediately became lively as the music changed.

Cool and exciting.

Amid the deafening sound of music.

Irene, who was a little dizzy and drunk and drank too much, held Milo's hand and swung her hair wildly, twisted her waist, and danced to the dynamic rhythm of the music.

When the dance became passionate, Irene would move closer to Milo and dance closely with him, shocking the audience on the second floor.

".This.This is impossible!" A third generation wailed. He felt that his goddess was leaving him.

Even though he had no hope in the first place, the original Irene was always cold and aloof towards everyone.

How could it be like this now? Many people thought the same as him, thinking that their dream lover was being NTR in front of them.

Many people's hearts are broken.

But some smart people are wondering why Irene did this.

Did she do this because of the intention of the Duke of Argyll and the Duke of Cambridge behind her? If so, what did the Duke mean by doing this? A businessman from the United States, his family does have a financial background, and the basic person is said to be the grandson-in-law of Rockefeller.

But that was America, and had little to do with them, the British.

Is it necessary for the Duke to ask his granddaughter, his third-generation heir, to please him in this way? Or is there something else about this American that we don't know about?

Stupid people are wailing that the goddess was ntr.

Smart people have already thought far ahead.

Just an American.

No matter how capable you are or how much money you make.

Neither the Windsor family nor the Campbell family would allow their most important direct descendants to be so close to him.

There must be some unclear reason.

That's why it's like this.

And below the first floor.

The situation had progressed to the point where Milo was holding Irene's waist, swinging his body, his chin resting on her shoulder, cheek to cheek.

After dancing for a while, both of them were sweating, their feelings heated up rapidly, and certain emotions were also very appropriate.

Milo leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Where do you live? I want to go to your room and have a glass of water."

"Djokovic Street, 26!"

Milo took her in his arms and left the bar.

Take a car to your destination.

A beautiful and exquisite roadside villa. When the door was opened, the villa was empty.

Irene's face flushed, maybe because she was drunk or because she was shy, she whispered, "This is where I live alone. I come here to stay occasionally. I...I need to take a shower first."

"Together?"

Irene didn't refuse, and Milo followed her in.

What happened next happened naturally and logically.

About the same time.

Drass, London.

In a large urban villa independent of the surrounding community.

The contemporary Duke of Argyll and Cambridge is talking on the phone in the study with his only son and heir, Viscount Gawain.

Viscount Gavin Johnson looked a little anxious because he had learned a piece of news from his bodyguard not long ago.

That was her daughter, who brought a businessman from America to her independent villa in London.

There were only two of them in the independent villa at this time.

There are security guards and bodyguards guarding outside, and no one knows what is happening inside.

As a father, Johnson naturally felt that his own beautiful cabbage was being vigorously nudged by the wild boar from the countryside.

Which father can bear this feeling?

So he was about to take people to his daughter's villa to stop the wild boar from eating Xiao Baicai.

But he and his men had not yet left their home.

He was called back by His Excellency the Duke, his father.

Dad also asked him to go to the study and talk to him about something.

Although he was very anxious and worried that his cabbages would be eaten by wild boars.

But Viscount Gavin is more afraid of his father and respects his father more.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to the study to meet his father.

"Father. Is there anything I can help you with? If it's not urgent, please give me two hours. I need to go and get Irene back!" Johnson said anxiously when he saw his father in the study.

The Duke opposite him looked unhurried, even tossing around in a corner of the study, and said to his son:

"Johnson, I remember I have a set of porcelain from China here, which is specially used for making coffee. It is a gift from the Chinese Embassy. It is very exquisite, but I can't find it now. Can you help me find it?"

Johnson was speechless. It was already this late and his dad still had the time to look for coffee cups.

If you keep looking, your cabbages will be eaten by pigs! "Father!" Johnson couldn't help but shout, "Erin, something's wrong with Erin! That stinky businessman from America took her to her house. Now there are only two of them in her house!"

"Oh, really?"

His Excellency the Duke was not in a hurry and continued to look for what he was looking for in the corner of the study.

Although his son looked extremely anxious behind him, the Duke was not in a hurry at all.

When his son was almost getting angry, he spoke softly:

"Johnson. You are already 45 years old. When I was your age, I had already inherited the title of Duke and assumed most of the responsibilities of the family."

Hearing his father say this, Johnson was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but complain in his heart: You can become a duke at the age of 45 because your grandfather just passed away at that time.

I am 45 years old now, and I would like to inherit the title of Duke and take on family responsibilities.

But aren't you still alive and well? How can I bear all this? Of course, these words are just thoughts.

Johnson still respects and loves his father very much.

By now, Johnson, who knew his father well, finally understood a little.

As for the cabbage in my own garden being eaten by wild boars.

My father didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Otherwise, it could be said that he doted on or even spoiled Irene's father.

It is absolutely impossible for it to be like this now.

Normally, he should be even more impatient than me.

Thinking of this, Johnson, who was originally anxious and a little angry, gradually calmed down.

Although I was still a little anxious, I was able to get out of the violent atmosphere and try to think about some things.

He did not hide anything because he was acting in front of his father.

So His Excellency the Duke could clearly see that his son's emotions had calmed down.

"You seem to be calm now, my dear Johnson. Oh, I have found it, here it is! Come to my help, come and help me to get it out, my child!"

His Excellency the Duke waved to his son from the corner, and he seemed to have found the china coffee set.

Johnson hurried over to help, took out the set of coffee cups and placed them on the table as his father requested.

"It's a little dirty. Bring some water and wash it. We'll use it to make coffee later. We'll use the special porcelain from China to make our own coffee. Let's also taste the elegance from the ancient and mysterious Eastern country."

Johnson gradually calmed down and looked at his father. He knew that his father must be confident.

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So he nodded obediently, walked outside and called the servant over, asking the servant to come in and carefully wash the tea set.

At the same time, he was also preparing to make coffee later.

Not to mention that His Excellency the Duke has started to teach his son.

The other side.

The bedroom of Erin Kembel's private cottage.

The hostess moaned and woke up from her sleep in the evening.

Irene was still a little fuzzy when she woke up, but when she saw the familiar ceiling, she felt at ease for a moment.

But immediately afterwards, she felt extreme fatigue and tearing sensation in her body, which immediately reminded her of what happened today.

"ah!!"

The future Duchess couldn't help but let out a shy scream.

"how so!"

"How can this be possible!"

"This is too fast!"

"We've only known each other for less than three days!"

“.”

She was full of little complaints and small grumbles of little surprises, but she was not angry or upset.

Because she was proactive.

Otherwise, in a place like Britain, no one could force aristocratic children like them.

Is he gone?

I noticed that I was the only one in the bedroom, with some torn clothes all over the floor.

Just without him and his things.

Irene couldn't help but get nervous, worried that someone would be ruthless and just run away.

She quickly sat up, endured the discomfort all over her body, went downstairs and walked to the closet, casually put on a nightgown to cover the bed, then left the bedroom and walked towards the living room.

She had only taken two steps when she heard that familiar yet unfamiliar voice coming from the living room.

This made Irene feel relieved.

It’s good that you haven’t run away yet.

I don’t know when, Princess Irene, who always has very high demands.

I don't know why my requirements for someone have become so low.

I saw the man in the living room.

He seemed to be on the phone.

"...Oh. Let's focus on cotton futures. I just received a few calls. This year, several major cotton production sites in the world have encountered a rare pest."

"…This is a mutated mite that is highly resistant to the various pesticides currently available."

"…There is currently no pesticide that can really work against them."

"So basically the cotton harvest will be poor around the world this year. Start building positions, slowly in the early stages. It is expected to reach its peak in three months, and then you can cash out directly."

“…”

Irene was in the bedroom hallway, listening for a moment before turning around and going back into the bedroom.

She felt relieved when she knew Milo was working.

He didn't leave immediately, and he didn't act ruthlessly, and that was enough.

Irene returned to the bedroom, washed up simply, and picked out the clothes she thought were the most beautiful.

She put on her makeup again, then endured the discomfort and walked out of the bedroom.

Just then, Milo finished his phone call in the living room.

Seeing her come out, he walked over, hugged her gently, and kissed her on the forehead.

This gentle movement made Irene feel very comfortable.

Baroness Lorne raised her beautiful lips and said innocently:

"Not just the forehead, but here too!"

Milo smiled and kissed her on the mouth obediently before letting her go.

"I'll go in and take a shower and change my clothes. Then we'll go out for dinner." Milo said softly.

"I'll do whatever you say." Baroness Irene, who has always been the most domineering person in the circle, is now even gentler than the Japanese woman.

Milo then left the living room and went into her bedroom to take a shower.

Irene stayed in the living room alone for a while, thought about it, and then she endured the discomfort in her body and ran back to the bedroom to take her toiletries to the bathroom.

Then he ran out and sat on the sofa in the living room in a daze.

After a while, the phone next to me suddenly rang.

Irene hesitated.

She rarely stays here and lives at home most of the time.

So even though there are telephones installed here, not many people make calls normally.

When her family members wanted to see her, they would go directly to her bodyguard and then ask the bodyguard to pass the message to her.

This phone was used by Milo just now.

So at this time, the person who made this call was definitely someone related to Milo.

After thinking about it, Irene answered the phone and a woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

She was smart enough to tell from the tone of the woman's voice that she had a close relationship with Milo.

Thinking of this, she smiled mischievously and said to Sophie Marceau on the other end of the phone, "Please wait a moment. I'll go and inform him."

Then she put the phone away, walked to her bedroom door and shouted inside.

"Which of your lovers is calling? Can I answer the phone?"

"You can take it if you want."

Milo just walked out of the bathroom with a smile on his face, making it hard to guess what he was thinking.

"Another playboy!"

Irene muttered a curse and said.

There is no shortage of scumbags in her circle of friends. It can even be said that it is the circle with the most scumbags in the UK.

This is an ancient traditional culture of the European aristocracy! Even she herself has two half-sisters.

But they were illegitimate daughters and could not inherit the Duke's family, so she didn't take it to heart.

Even her beloved grandfather had several illegitimate children.

She has several elders who are her grandparents!

This kind of situation is really too common in the circle she has been exposed to since she was a child.

So I’m not particularly opposed to this aspect.

It is normal for rich, powerful and capable people to have several girlfriends.

"That's what you said!"

Seeing Milo in the bedroom, he put on his clothes directly.

Irene ran back to the living room without any hesitation, cleared her throat, and picked up the phone: "Hello, hello, my dear Milo said that if you have anything to say, just tell me."

When Sophie Marceau heard what she said, she fell silent.

This Fake must be his new lover, because she didn't recognize the voice.

Should I tell him about his child in front of his new lover?

Or should I call him later and talk to him later? Taking a deep breath, Sophie Marceau decided not to bear it.

She said to Irene on the other end of the phone: "Then tell him that his two precious daughters were photographed by the media when I accidentally took them out just now."

"And they also photographed me. So the two daughters he had with Sophie Marceau might be exposed to the public."

"Oh, by the way, miss, I wonder what your relationship with him is?"

They must be lovers!

I'll piss you off! Sophie Marceau thought to herself.

(End of this chapter)