Moving her eyes downward, Yassine Rania pulled the thin blanket tightly around her body, so that her Y-zone was obviously pinched. Seeing the look in Alan's direction, Yassine Rania moved a few times embarrassedly.
"You take a rest and eat something later. I'll go take care of something."
Alan wrapped himself in a bathrobe, ignored Yasin Rania, stood up and walked to the outer room, ready to go to the study to see what was going on.
…
"Finished so quickly?"
In the study, Alan just sat down and motioned Xiao Shitou to sit down as well. After the two of them were seated, Alan couldn't wait to ask.
In his opinion, Karami's sister didn't have a fixed time when she went out, so it was not easy to ambush her. It would take at least several days to kill her.
I didn't expect that the work at home was completed in just a few days.
Um……
When it comes to dirty work, the British have always been very efficient, and Alan is very satisfied with that.
…
"Master, it was done by Old John and his men. You know him. He usually just likes to grow flowers and plants, but at the critical moment..."
Little Stone chuckled and echoed.
"Old John did it? No wonder."
When Alan heard the name, he had an impression of the person in charge. Old John was the flower slave of the family. He was usually responsible for taking people to repair the lawn, flowers and plants at home and other things like that. He didn't have to do it himself, he just had to direct other servants to do the work. This old guy usually looked harmless, like an ordinary and kind old man.
But in fact, he participated in World War II in his early years. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old at that time. He was very cautious and not reckless. Later, he was injured. His family was destroyed after the war. Apart from killing and playing with guns, he didn't know much else. He had a low level of education and it was difficult for him to find a job. Finally, he was selected by Alan's grandfather, the earl of the previous generation, to be a guard in his home and he worked as a guard for decades.
Alan has always trusted the elderly people in his family. These people usually look listless and look like they are about to die, but they can still be used at critical moments. After decades of pampered life, their body functions are not so old that they cannot move. Occasionally, Alan assigns them some tasks, and these people will even compete with each other for them because they are too idle at home.
Old guys like them are ruthless, simple, direct and rough in their work, not like in the movies where they need high-tech equipment and a team of many people to plan just to get something done.
For them, it is too easy to kill a person, especially a woman!
Find out the situation, send someone to keep an eye on it, and have a phone that can be used for contact at any time. As long as you find the opponent's weakness, you can pick a remote location and take action in no time.
When it comes to doing things, two words stand out - safe!
…
Alan asked again for specific details.
Little Shitou took a small notebook and told Alan everything from the initial planning to who was responsible for tracking, who was responsible for contact, who was responsible for support, who was responsible for the implementation, the details of the implementation, etc.
"Burn to death? Humph... she got it easy."
Hearing that the woman died in this way, Alan snorted coldly, shook the hem of his bathrobe, crossed his legs, picked up the manuscript paper on the desk, and unconsciously scratched on the manuscript paper with the pen in his hand. Annabelle was dead, and the only one left was - Andrew!
"By the way, young master...Old John also got this. He couldn't handle the personal items you asked for, so he could only get this in the end."
Xiao Shitou handed the small notebook with short blessings written on it to Alan, and pointed at the notebook and helped him turn to the last page.
"This is the short blessing sentence that the target wrote before he died."
"hehe……"
Alan looked at this short sentence and grinned subconsciously. Old John was so mean that he even made up a fake background of a sister named Karami. Now with this short sentence of blessing, it would be easier for Alan to do it.
After thinking for a while... Allen narrowed his eyes and smiled and ordered: "Okay, go and rest, go to bed early tonight, and tomorrow morning, have someone keep an eye on Karami's family, I want to visit them early in the morning!"
"Hmm? Master...you mean?"
"Go and prepare. Take all the weapons you brought from home. They will be needed tomorrow."
Allen waved his hand and asked Little Stone to go down and prepare. This time, he also brought several swords of various styles, just to kill Andrew. Although there are some changes in the details of the plan, but...
It will be useful in the end anyway!
…
Friday, May 8, 1992.
This should have been the best day of the week. After work today, I could have a rest tomorrow.
The noise in the newspapers a few days ago also quieted down for unknown reasons.
But who would have thought that, following the sudden incident yesterday afternoon, people who went out early this morning and passed by newsstands could see that the front page headlines of various media newspapers all featured a dark photo.
One of them could barely be seen as the wreckage of a burned car, and the details inside the car were even mosaiced.
From this we can see... this should have been a car burning incident, but for some reason the passengers in the car did not escape, leading to tragic consequences.
…
It was just dawn, in front of Karami's house.
The family of four were all wearing dark clothes. Karami's eyes were red and she was supported by her eldest son. They had received the bad news last night. Karami's younger sister, Anniebel, was on her way back from discussing something at Highgrove Manor with her boss when the car they were riding in caught fire. Annabel and her driver, neither of them escaped and were burned to charcoal in the car.
The situation at the scene was extremely tragic. Camilla wanted to go to the hospital to see her sister at the time, but the person who informed her on the phone said very clearly that the person... could not be saved. It was not appropriate to go there now. After all, it was late at night and the other party also had to deal with the follow-up here. It was suggested that they go directly to the hospital the next day.
So…after enduring a difficult night, early the next morning, Karami took his family and prepared to visit the body of his deceased sister.
As the car walked out of the gate, the tank parked at the gate in the past had its gun barrel raised high, which did not affect their passage too much. But today it was different. The gun barrel of this tank was slightly lowered, like a railing, blocking the gate directly, so that their car could not get out!
…
Before the servant went down to negotiate, Karami saw a row of cars parked on the side of the road, and even two police cars.
There is also a vintage Bentley in front.
A tall and strong young man trotted to the back door of the Bentley and opened it. A man walked out - Karami was very familiar with the man's appearance. Even though the two had never spoken to each other, Karami knew him - Alan Hill!
The Welsh country-boy aristocrat who had had tanks parked outside their house in recent days to humiliate Andrew!
"Andrew, go down and take a look. That's Alan. Why is he here?!"
Camilla squinted her eyes and stared at Alan who got out of the car. At this time, Alan was wearing a very decent dark suit and a pair of white gloves on his hands. His golden hair seemed to have been sprayed with hairspray and was combed back and stuck to his scalp. He looked extremely formal, as if he was going to attend some formal event.
…
"Master?"
"Go call those policemen over. Explain everything to them and let's go."
Alan smiled as he looked at the person getting out of the car in front of Karami's house, haha... Andrew!
It was still early, and there were people guiding the way on both sides of the road. They would buy Alan some time so as not to disturb his plans.
…
“Andrew, do you know me?”
When Allen was about three or four meters away from Andrew, he asked him.
"Who are you……?"
Andrew didn't know if he was playing dumb, but Alan could see a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"Don't you recognize the person who wrote to you every day these days?"
"It's you?!"
Seeing Alan introduce himself, Andrew pretended to be angry and glared at Alan.
"Tsk tsk tsk... stop pretending, where's Karami?"
Alan felt a little annoyed when he saw this guy acting again. His own wife had cheated on him, but he didn't care. Now he was pretending to be humiliated. If his men hadn't eavesdropped on their conversation, Alan would still be kept in the dark.
"What do you want from me?!"
Although Andrew got off the car first to meet Allen, Karami was still a little worried. Not long after Andrew got off the car, she saw Allen walking towards her. He didn't even have time to put on his hat and got off the car with his bag. When he walked behind Andrew, she just heard Allen asking her.
…
"Good morning, Ms. Karami. I heard that you are going to hold a birthday party next month. I don't come to London very often. I will leave after finishing my business in the next two days. Before I leave, I came here specially to give you two birthday presents."
Alan stood one meter in front of the couple, with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. The two sides talked and chatted like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years.
…
Karami squinted his eyes and stared at Alan's expression, smiling harmlessly. In this state, it's hard to say... this guy is really as handsome as praised in the newspapers.
Karami pinched it with her right hand slightly, and calmed herself down. Her heart suddenly turned cold. Alan just said that she heard that she was going to hold a birthday party?
Only my husband and I, as well as my sister, know about this matter now. My sister died yesterday afternoon, so...
Alan, how did he know?
Karami became more alert to Alan in front of him, but showed a trace of disdain on his face and said: "Oh? You want to give me a gift? This is not good, Your Excellency the Count..."
…
"Hahaha, as I should. After all, everyone knows your relationship with His Highness."
As Alan spoke, he turned his gaze back to Andrew.
Andrew today was also wearing a dark British suit, with obvious bags under his eyes, and it was obvious that he probably didn't get enough rest last night.
"Andrew Parker Bowles, the little bastard of the Parker family, I heard that you really want a title and join the aristocratic class?"
"???"
Andrew was stunned by Alan's words and didn't even care about the fact that Alan had just called him a little bastard. How did he know that he wanted the title?
He turned his head and looked at Karami, and both of them felt their hearts beat faster.
Before he could think about it, the young and strong man who had just opened the car door for Allen came over with two policemen who looked nervous.
…
Alan turned his head and looked, seeing that everyone was there, then he smiled and looked at Andrew to continue provoking him.
"Who is the head of the Parker family now? If I remember correctly, it seems to be the seventh Earl of Macclesfield. Does he know that you, a little bastard, want to join the nobility? Or do you want to bring shame to the Parker family through such dishonorable means?"
…
Nobles, generally speaking, most of the old nobles obtained their titles through military merits, and only a small number of them were bought.
Nobles who gained their titles through military exploits would attach great importance to family honor.
Especially the Parker family. Their ancestor, the first Earl of Macclesfield, ended up being a corrupt official and was notorious. In this situation, in order to wash away the stain of their ancestors, the descendants of the Parker family, the subsequent generations of Earls of Macclesfield, did their best to try to reduce the stain brought to the family by their ancestors.
Now, Alan said in front of Andrew that he wanted to exchange the title by living off his wife and selling her.
If the current head of the Parker family knew about this method, the consequences would be...
I believe that old Earl Parker would crawl to London even if he had to, to kill this useless descendant of the family.
But...Alan doesn't want to wait for old Earl Parker now, he wants to do it himself!
…
“…”
Andrew's face turned blue and red after hearing what Allen said. His ancestors were not the eldest son, so he had no title at all. That was why he was extremely envious of the nobles and longed for the title.
Andrew felt instinctively scared when Alan mentioned old Earl Parker.
If that person really knew that he wanted to join the nobility in this way, there was no telling what he would do to him.
The Parker family attaches great importance to family honor!
"You're talking nonsense! I've never thought of that. Don't slander me, you dog..."
Andrew, who had been pretending for so long, subconsciously became anxious.
This has nothing to do with his cultivation or age!
No matter who it is, if their plan is exposed in front of them and even ruined, they will be defeated.
What's more, this is something that would involve his life safety and bring shame to the family.
Andrew subconsciously pointed at Allen and began to accuse him. As soon as he opened his mouth, Karami next to him looked at Allen with a smile. When Allen heard Andrew's last word, his eyes even brightened!
Seeing his expression, Karami's heart skipped a beat. This is going to be bad!
…
Alan was smiling at first, until he heard Andrew scolding him, and then his expression took a 180-degree turn.
The smile on his face quickly disappeared, and his eyes turned cold. He stared at Andrew like a hungry wolf and said word by word: "I am a hereditary earl, and I came to give Ms. Karami a birthday present. It's fine if you don't thank me, but you... Andrew, you dare to insult me? Have you thought about the consequences of your insults?"
Andrew looked at Alan with surprise, as if his expression had changed. He was unable to react for a moment. He was very angry at the moment, and the momentum that had just risen was suppressed by Alan's eyes.