“…”

Alan hates people who spoil the fun the most. Why does he cry at every turn?

I didn't hurt you!

You're crying before the show even starts. How unromantic!

"Why are you crying? Do you want to or not?!"

"I guess... shall we go out?"

Jennifer Connelly is a little confused about reality again. She has been like this recently. She is not sure whether it is a play or reality. She has been confused these days, and now she is confused again after being scared by Allen.

"So you...want to go out just by talking?"

Alan stared at the zipper on the female prisoner's uniform. The blue uniform and the white zipper were still very obvious.

You know what... Having been used to seeing all kinds of glamorous stars, Allen now likes Jennifer Connelly more and more.

In this situation... just imagine if you were Yin Zhiping, and Xiaolongnu was in the back mountain one night, being threatened by you with a sword, she was kneeling on the ground begging you, and there was no Yang Guo or the old Taoist priest around, no one could save her!

It was no use even if she screamed at the top of her lungs!

As Yin Zhiping, you can do whatever you want.

What is this experience like?

This is a weakened version of what Allen is experiencing now!

Grabbing Jennifer Connelly's hair, Allen pressed her against the iron fence without mercy...

In the dark prison, Jennifer Connelly's sobbing and the sound of the iron fence shaking were heard again.

…

It was early November and the weather in Wales had turned cold. Coupled with the overall slow pace of life, it was already past eight in the morning and there were not many pedestrians on the streets.

In the newsstand on the corner, several newspapers from today were hung in the most conspicuous place. The owner, wearing black-framed glasses, was holding the newspaper in his hand, looking at the picture on the cover with a slightly frown.

"Boss, give me a copy of the Mirror!"

"Well, get it yourself!"

Seeing that the boss didn't even raise his head, the people who bought the newspapers didn't get angry. They were all neighbors and knew that the old man usually liked to read newspapers when sitting here. They all habitually greeted him before buying anything.

Picking up the Mirror and looking at the photo on the front page headline, the buyer's expression instantly became the same as his boss's, with the same frown.

As we all know, as a lesser-known person among the four handsome guys, Wales' presence among the four handsome guys has always been low.

The first reason is that there are few Welsh people, and their political stance is "firm", so... there are very few reports about Wales in major newspapers like this, let alone front-page headlines.

"Mirror owner, billionaire Robert Maxwell dies tragically in Wales!"

Faced with such a shocking title, the accompanying picture is a picture of the port of Cardiff, the capital of Wales.

Any Welsh person would be stunned when seeing this news!

Such a peaceful and tranquil place with simple folk customs like Wales, something big happened!

This is so rare!

I remember the last time something happened was... it was the arson case in the port development zone in Swansea. Later it was said to be done by rioters from Northern Ireland. The people were nervous for a while at that time, but then it was left unresolved.

It happened again this time.

This is a billionaire!

He died tragically!

This is rare. The newspaper buyer was about to continue reading when he suddenly came to his senses.

Wait… the boss of the Mirror?

Isn't the newspaper he bought the Mirror?

Your boss died tragically, and you still have time to report the news?

Or the front page headlines?

It is indeed the leading newspaper in Britain. A major newspaper should behave like a major newspaper. Even though its boss is dead, it actually reports news about its boss as the front-page headline!

Really dedicated and awesome!

…

"Master! Master! Wake up! Master..."

Alan usually slept until he woke up naturally, but today, for the first time in his life, he was woken up by old Carl.

When Alan opened his eyes and saw old Carl's big face, he was almost scared.

But then he became a little nervous. Why was he woken up by old Carl? What happened?

Alan looked around first. He was still in the large bedroom in old Carl's manor. Next to him was Jennifer Connelly, who was still sleeping with her head covered and her face covered with tears.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Just like he had blacked out after drinking too much, Alan vaguely remembered that he seemed to have had a lot of fun in prison last night, and then dragged Jennifer Connelly back to the manor late at night. After returning, they seemed to play for a while. He didn't remember exactly when he fell asleep. Now he was woken up by Old Carl, and his mind was a little confused.

…

"Master, there's an urgent telegram from home. Huth said... His Highness wants to see you and asks you to return to London as soon as possible."

"!!!"

When Alan heard this, he shook subconsciously and his mind became more clear.

The first thought that came to his mind was, could it be that... that old man is gone? !

My Great Britain's sky has collapsed?!

No, no, if she was really gone, old Carl wouldn't have this expression. He's too calm.

It’s all in vain!

"That's all?"

"Yes, it's inconvenient to talk on the phone. Hutt didn't say much else. He said that someone sent by His Highness will contact us in Los Angeles later, and they will arrange the special plane back."

"So urgent?"

Hearing this arrangement, Alan was filled with questions. What was going on?

He had just started to enjoy life in Los Angeles and was almost reluctant to leave. He wanted to leave after only being here for a few days. He wanted to play for a few more days!

After exchanging a glance with Allen, Old Carl shrugged helplessly and said, "Master, I don't know the rest. Since it's all arranged by His Highness, then what shall we do?"

"Go call the embassy, ​​and have someone go to the embassy... no, the consulate, and call back to confirm!"

Alan still maintained the necessary vigilance and followed all the necessary procedures. What happened today was too sudden and too special. He had never encountered it before, so he had to be cautious.

"yes!"

Old Carl nodded in agreement, but did not move.

"Anything else?"

"Uh... there's another person. He used his connections to get here. He was introduced to me by a congressman. He said he wanted to meet you."

"Oh? What do you do?"

Alan was already used to people coming to ask for a meeting, and this person was most likely not from California. If he was from here, he would have met him with the old guys from those families like he did last time, and would not have waited until now and used connections to see him.

"It is said that he is a Jewish businessman who has opened an investment company. However, he is... very slippery. It seems that he wants to meet you because of what you did this time."

"Got it, let him wait, I'll sleep a little longer."

When Alan heard that it was not an important person, he instantly lost interest and closed his eyes, ready to take a nap.

"Then... Young Master, I will let him continue to stay in the reception room?"

Old Carl said it casually and Allen didn't hear it clearly. Anyway, when he lowered his head to look again, Allen seemed to have fallen asleep.

…

"Sir Carl, is Lord Allen still awake?"

When Old Karl came out of the bedroom and returned to the hall, he saw a man who was not too tall, only about 1.7 meters tall, and looked to be in his thirties or forties. He was well-maintained, but the temperament on his face...

With the natural slickness and cunning of many Jews and short hair, this kind of person gives people the first impression of being unreliable and a bit flattering.

"Is that what I should call you, Jeffrey?"

"Sure, Sir Carl, please do as you please."

"Well... it's like this. Today is very unfortunate. If it were any other time, I would suggest you wait a little longer. My master usually gets up very late in the morning, but today... I encountered some special circumstances. I suggest you come back another day."

Old Carl patted the middle-aged man named Jeffrey and gave him advice sincerely.

There's nothing he can do. These people were introduced by acquaintances, and he can't be too unkind.

"this……"

When Jeffrey heard what old Carl said, the disappointment on his face was beyond words.

"Sir Carl, just give me three minutes. I have a great plan. I can explain it to Mr. Allen in just three minutes. Is three minutes okay? I promise I won't take up too much of your time."

Jeffrey was not angry, but instead fought for it with all his might.

"Well...then you wait here first, I have something else to take care of."

Seeing how persistent this Jew was, Old Karl didn't chase him away. He told him to wait if he wanted.

…

"Sir Allen! Hello Sir Allen, it's an honor to meet you. When I went to Great Britain a few years ago, I was fortunate enough to be received by His Royal Highness Andrew. Sir, can you give me three minutes? I have a great project that I would like to cooperate with you. I only need three minutes."

Alan was touching the buttons under his coat with his left hand, and whispering to Jennifer Connelly beside him while walking and turning his head. Jennifer Connelly pulled Alan's sleeve reluctantly. The two of them had a great time these past two days. Although some of Alan's hobbies made Jennifer Connelly a little unbearable, after playing, people's acceptance level seemed to have a higher limit, and she became more annoyed with Alan. Now, early in the morning, just after she opened her eyes, Alan had to go back to London early, which made her very uncomfortable.

Seeing an annoying middle-aged man rushing out from the side, Jennifer Connelly's eyes flashed with a trace of disgust.

“…”

Alan stopped. He had just heard a name he didn't like very much. If he hadn't mentioned that name, Alan might have listened to him carefully, but now this person actually mentioned it.

You were received by Prince Andrew, what's so great about that?

I even destroyed his marriage and made him appear on the front page of the news!

Have I taken it out and blown it?

…

"Master, this is Jeffrey. He has been waiting for you here since early in the morning. Look..."

When old Carl heard Jeffrey bragging about this kind of thing, he instinctively felt something was wrong, so he quickly stepped out to smooth things over, and then... then he took a step back and ignored it. The Americans' habit of bragging is annoying wherever they go.

"Jeffrey? Go ahead."

Sure enough...looking at Allen's unhappy expression, Old Carl took another step back and looked at Jeffrey, ready to laugh at the joke.

…

"Haha, thank you for giving me this opportunity. I've watched your news these past two days and I admire your rescue operation very much. I'm here to share your worries. You've saved so many people this time. I wonder how you plan to arrange for them in the future?"

While the outside media were praising Allen, they were not the only ones praising him. Some major newspapers tried to report as objectively as possible, some deliberately suppressed the heat, and some were bribed by him to speak with one voice. But it was different for the tabloids, they said all kinds of things.

For example... hundreds of high-class prostitutes, what does Alan plan to do with this large group of people in the future?

Organize a group to open a large club?

What kind of club needs five or six hundred young ladies of this level?

But Jeffrey didn't think so. Instead, he got inspiration from this incident. He was an investor, and his investment projects were a little different from those of ordinary investment companies. He was very keen to seize the opportunity and felt that he could cooperate with this nobleman and invest in a project together.

…

“How to place them?”

Alan squinted his eyes and looked at the Jewish man named Jeffrey. If this happened in another situation, he would at least have the patience to listen, but now he was in a hurry to get to the airport, and secondly... Jennifer Connelly was still beside him. If he said something nonsense, wouldn't it affect his image?

"I have already planned the arrangements for them. We just need to wait until the legal process is completed. As for your project, I have no interest in hearing about it."

"Your Excellency! Your Excellency! You have so many top resources in your hands, don't you want to go further? Even if you want to make money, don't you think it's a waste if these people only rescue them? Have you ever thought about what would happen if we work together to allocate a piece of land and build a large holiday villa, or even a separate island, and put all these people there to receive guests and make it a high-end club? Anyway, they used to do this..."

Seeing that Alan was about to leave again, Jeffrey didn't care about the familiar-looking woman next to him and directly proposed his plan.

"?"

Alan now took a closer look at the Jew. This idea was very advanced!

But... does he need to do this kind of thing now with his status?

He needs these women to make money for him, which is true, but what Alan needs is to make money through legitimate channels, in an upright manner!

If these employees used unfair means or took shortcuts to make money, it was none of his business, but Allen would not just keep them in captivity like a brothel owner and let them do their old job.

This is an essential difference!

How much effort did it take him to clean up his previous business in Gambia?

He will never get involved in this kind of business again. Now this guy is actually bringing this to him. Isn't this disgusting?

"There are many ways to make money, but I don't like your disgusting method. I don't like oppressing people. I like... freedom and civilization! Old Carl, arrange for someone to send him out and stop bothering me!"

"Yes, Master!"

Old Carl waved his hand and called two bodyguards to kick Jeffrey out.

"Your Mightiness!"

"Please consider my plan, sir! As long as you hand them all over to me, you don't have to worry about anything!"

Jeffrey's arms were grabbed by the bodyguards, but he still struggled and shouted at Allen who was already far away.

…

As the seat belt around his waist was unfastened, the plane finally flew smoothly. Alan twisted his neck, took the coffee handed to him by Xiao Shitou and took a sip. Then he turned his gaze to the receptionist opposite him who was waiting for him at the airport.

"What happened? Why so urgent?"