Chapter 167 Beauty and Spirits
"take a vacation?!"
"take a vacation."
"Then we will lose another sum of money." The steward hesitated even more.
"It won't last long."
Under Serra's decision to take action, the laundry factory ushered in the most relaxing moment.
The black slaves who taught themselves the Lirene language went to the streets on weekends to meet their neighbors and make friends, and lived a relaxed and happy life.
Compared to the Mawson Laundry Factory next door, the black slaves had a lot of complaints because they worked around the clock and did not even have the most basic sleep time.
Sander stayed here for almost a month without seeing Rose Hill. At her father's urging, she took Sierra to visit in person, only to find that the gate of the castle was closed and a layer of fine dust fell on the courtyard. , Rosehill didn’t know how long she had left.
Sandburn was also not interested in men, and now he felt completely offended. On a warm weekend, the people who bid farewell to Mawson Manor got on the boat back to the capital.
Before leaving, she also packed a handful of gold coins for Sera. Knowing that she was having a hard time here, she said, "For a first-class ticket, you are welcome to come to me."
The words were too ambiguous, and he almost asked her to become her lover, but Sera refused with a smile.
Just a few days after sending this noble lady away, another uninvited guest came to the house.
A wealthy baron who came from thousands of miles away to attend the wedding was the blind date introduced to Sera by his family.
I don’t know what kind of wind Qiao Xi blew in Lizzie’s ears again to make him agree to marry her daughter off or to a widower whose ex-wife had just died.
The family brought the two of them together to go out for fun. If they were interested in each other, they decided to settle the matter.
night.
Serra got into the car and was invited by Baron Leighton to go out for coffee together.
The other party is over thirty years old. When he smiles and talks, he has three deep creases on his forehead, which is not very good-looking. "What does Miss Serra usually like to do?"
"There is nothing to do." Sierra looked out the window, bored in every possible way.
Leiden was not put off by her coldness and continued to look for topics with a smile: "Investment? I heard that you opened a factory and butcher shop with the help of your family. You are a rare talented woman."
Sierra turned her head, the light and shadow outside the window fell on her face, the shadows were clear, and the flaming red lips curved in a mocking arc: "I need to make a clarification. To open the factory and butcher shop, I found someone to cooperate with me alone, and my father It has nothing to do with it, and it would be even more ridiculous to say that the little pocket money he gave me was used as investment capital. My mother, Mrs. Klimans, has a large amount of property in his pocket. "
Layton watched the girl in front of him become extremely aggressive, and was intrigued by the wildness in her.
He had played with those gentle little women so much that he found such a bright and beautiful woman very challenging.
"Sorry, I also listened to one-sided remarks." He asked the driver to stop at the door of a bar at the right time. "How about I buy you a drink to relieve your anger?"
Eric had just finished a day's training and was preparing to have a late-night snack with a group of friends when he saw the petite figure getting out of a classic car.
Sierra was only wearing a thin silk vest and red skirt. Her long hair was tied up and her neck was slender. With her outstanding appearance and temperament, she was a swan in this chaotic dark alley.
When he saw her beautifully dressed and an old man entering a smoky bar, the corners of her raised lips immediately dropped and her brows tightened.
A street prostitute wrapped around his strong body under the military uniform, her red-nailed fingers touched his chest, and her voice was seductive: "Soldiers who are about to go to war, do you want to enter my jungle before you say goodbye? It's free for you."
"Haha, you have good vision. Eric will be promoted immediately." The partner behind him looked like you were blessed.
Eric didn't even bother to glance. He held the prostitute's wrist and pushed her into his partner's arms. He patted his collar and said, "I'm going to the bar."
"Going to the bar? Are you treating me?"
"Yes." He responded without looking back, and stepped forward with his long legs in a hurry.
In the dark and noisy pub, sexy whiskey girls were selling drinks everywhere. The pungent cigarettes lingering in the air made people very uncomfortable, including the eyes that fell on themselves, looking at the products, which was really disgusting.
Sierra pursed her lips, knowing in her heart the purpose of this old man bringing her here, thinking that her 18-year-old girl had a simple personality and was particularly easy to deceive.
In order to show off his wealth and grace, Layton booked a small box behind a row of colorful glass bead curtains, and also sold several bottles of expensive whiskey.
"Beauty and liquor, I haven't experienced such a life for a long time." Leighton poured her a glass of wine and said seriously: "To tell you the truth, Miss Serra, I have been guarding my late wife for five years, but this time I heard Mr. Lizzie talk about you once, and saw you in the newspaper for the first time."
He paused, "It may be rude to say this, but I think I fell in love with you at first sight, if you don't mind my past."
"I mind." Sierra took off the lemon decoration on the rim of the wine glass and stuffed it into her mouth. The sour taste invaded her taste buds, which made her mind sober from the smoke.
"You can think about it. Although I am a baron, my family has a lot of assets. Whether it is agriculture or mining investment, my financial resources are enough to allow you to live a lifetime of luxury and worry-free." Leiden moved his hand on the table and moved towards The slender little hand that was also lying on the table touched it.
Sera immediately put her hands on her knees, saying similar words to herself that she had heard from the dead Nelson.
She raised her eyes and said, "I don't know what my father said, but I don't have any intention to get married at the moment, I'm not short of money, and there's a big age gap between us."
Seeing that she was still in such a noble attitude that she even had to sit on the north and south sides of the table with him, without touching her hands, Leiden's dissatisfied voice was kept low, and every word was slander:
"You will get married sooner or later. I don't mind that you once interfered in the affairs of Duke Rosehill and Miss Sander. Do you still dislike me as a widower?"
Sera rolled her eyes inwardly, but managed to remain polite on her face, "Who told you, I got involved in Rose Hill and Sander."
"It seems you don't know yet?" Leighton chuckled, "The king has decreed a marriage to the Duke of Rosehill, and the entire upper circle of Wally knows about your closeness to the Duke."
He drank a second glass of whiskey, and under the influence of alcohol, his tone became more disdainful and frivolous, "I don't mind that Miss Sera has been a lover and her body is unclean, and you don't mind that I am older. I am really sincere to you. "
"Ha." Sera sneered.
She grabbed the wine glass on the table and swallowed a sip of strong drink. The burning of her throat made her resist the urge to hit someone with the bottle in public.
"I'm leaving now. I hope there won't be another chance to meet you, Mr. Layton."