As if he could see Viscount Fox's thoughts, Alan put the cleaned stick back in his left hand, leaned on the ground and posed, and said slowly as if chatting: "Two months ago? No, no, no...more than a month ago, I also got off the ship here. I still remember how Hut was waiting for me at the dock at that time."

“…”

"Hmm...I heard you were going to Boston?"

We even know what time he will arrive at the port, so... it will be even easier to find out his destination.

Viscount Fox did not deny it and nodded honestly.

"Boston... what a great place. I heard that there are Irish people everywhere there? You must have kept your original aspirations and want to join them!"

Alan said this with a smile on his face, as if jokingly.

Fox was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what this sentence meant!

"It's you!!! Alan!!!"

He had inquired through his connections, and found out that the reason why the people from the Security Bureau were looking for trouble with him was a bit vague, and the people over there didn't tell him in detail. The gist of it was that he was colluding with outsiders and so on. Although this method of frame-up was very low-level, it was very effective!

This kind of secretive matter would not be known by outsiders who are not interested, but now Allen has said bluntly that he is going to join the Irish. Putting the two together, no matter how dumb Fox is, he would know who is behind this!

…

"I didn't report you to His Highness. I didn't tell His Highness that you were colluding with Koreans or Irish rioters. These were all your guesses."

"you!!!"

"Ha ha……"

Allen watched Fox's face turn red instantly, which was quite amusing. He gave him another dose of explosive news, "But... I also want to thank Butler Nessri for sending me the 'hush money'. Isn't this evidence? Now, you are going to Boston again, which is reasonable. Go ahead... Those Irish people in Boston can't wait to see you. When His Highness knows that you have been to Boston, I believe... he will be very happy!"

“You…you…huh?!”

Thinking that he would never be able to clear himself of suspicion even if he jumped into the Atlantic Ocean, Fox trembled and wanted to point his finger at Allen. His chest heaved violently several times, and he quickly closed his mouth tightly, as if he wanted to vomit something, but he held it back.

"Eh? You have to die on the ship, but don't die on the dock, so as not to pollute the land of Carmarthenshire."

Following Alan's last words, Viscount Fox could no longer hold back. A trace of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he lay on the ground with his eyes rolled back.

…

“Tsk…”

Looking at Viscount Fox who finally fell down, Alan smacked his lips and talked for a long time, saying that this old guy was quite resilient.

He hooked his finger and called Little Stone: "Go... ask them to help carry the people onto the boat, and get them out of here quickly!"

"Yes, Master!"

…

Alan had a smile on his face as he watched the cruise ship slowly leave the shore. It was not until today, when he saw Fox's miserable appearance, that he finally vented his anger.

He still remembers that as soon as he came back, the old guy sent his butler to test him. The plan was very vicious. He wanted the Koreans to take the lead and steal his land in the name of the project!

The Hill family's property all belongs to Allen. Thousands of acres of black land. Isn't this trying to kill him?

Even if Wales is remote, how much money would it cost if these lands were developed into high-end villa areas in a few decades?

You want to discredit an old guy like this?

Not killing him is because Alan doesn't dare to act too blatantly under the unspoken rules, but... on the premise of not killing him, Alan also wants to do his best to make sure that old man doesn't have an easy time!

Allen was delighted to see Fox carried like a dead dog onto the Boston ship.

…

Cardiff Airport is located a dozen kilometers west of Cardiff, the capital of Wales.

A Boeing 747 landed slowly.

…

A group of three people first walked out of the VIP channel.

A strong white bodyguard and a woman wrapped tightly in a mask.

Following behind was a young assistant holding a notebook.

The assistant flipped through his notebook quickly, and the papers rustled.

"Meryl, the person who will receive us will hold a sign with a black rose pattern..."

"I see."

The woman named Meryl might have been a little tired after getting off the plane. She waved her hand and interrupted the assistant's reminder in an unquestionable tone.

Cardiff Airport is not a large airport, and as they used the VIP channel, the group quickly arrived at the parking lot. The first thing they saw was a very tall and strong man holding a piece of paper with a black rose pattern on it. Noticing their gaze, the white man was moved and quickly turned his attention to the three of them and waved to them.

…

"Is this Ms. Streep? I'm his Excellency's assistant. He sent me to pick you up. Please get in the car."

Xiao Shitou had no interest in these three people and even had some prejudice against them. If Alan hadn't asked him to come, he would not have come in person to drive the young master's car to pick up these three Americans.

"It's me...thank you for your hard work."

Feeling the alienation from the burly man, the leader Meryl frowned slightly but said nothing. This invitation was very strange, and she still didn't know who the boss behind the scenes was.

The only information known was that the other party was a great British nobleman, very big, very old, very difficult to mess with, and also very picky and mysterious.

It has always been the British who went to Hollywood to film, but now, she, an Oscar-winning actress, has to fly here in person to audition...

When we arrived at the place...the real owner hadn't shown up yet, so a driver was sent to pick us up.

…

As the Bentley started slowly, the three seats were filled. Meryl leaned on the back seat and looked at the interior of the car. Except for a few small places and a few emblems that looked like family seals, the rest looked no different. It was a luxury car, and she had been in many of them.

Along the way, the car drove very smoothly and the driver was very quiet. He was too lazy to even look at the rearview mirror. He just sat there in silence, and the atmosphere in the car seemed very depressing.

…

Until the car finally entered a town and stopped in a parking lot that looked like a small hotel.

A middle-aged man had been waiting here early. When he saw the Bentley coming, his eyes lit up and he trotted to the side of the car. In Meryl's surprised eyes, the middle-aged man first came to the driver's side, bent over as if he respected the driver who had been taciturn all the way.

After they exchanged a few words in a low voice, Meryl saw the middle-aged man beckoning at her through the window, motioning her to get out of the car.

…

"Meryl Streep? Welcome to Carmarthen! You may have heard of me, I'm Sifice."

Looking at Siphis with a formal smile on his face, Meryl finally remembered that this was her apparent employer, the agent of the great nobleman - Siphis.

"Hello Mr. Sifice."

He reached out and gently shook hands with Siphis.

"Tomorrow... Your Excellency will come in person to observe the casting and auditions. You should have a good rest to adjust yourself first."