1771 He didn't like it, not at all

1771 He didn't like it, not at all

"For now, I need to understand the situation within the Murong family and the company. I need to know if he has left a specific letter of inheritance."

Madam Murong had no other choice now. She said,""I know. I will get to the bottom of this."

Thus, the two of them didn't say anything more. Silence, silence ...

Murong Mian turned to look at the wide streets outside, which were filled with British-style buildings. This was a pretty city, but he didn't like it, not at all.

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On the other hand, Ji Mianmian had a room arranged for her at the Murong family's house. She did not take out the clothes from her luggage. She had a feeling that she might not be staying in this place for long.

The decoration of the room was very beautiful. It was in the style of a European retro Palace. Even if it was just a guest room, the decoration was very exquisite.

Murong Mian pulled open the curtains and glanced outside. The manor was very large. One could imagine how rich the Murong family was just by looking at the manor where they lived. No wonder Madam Murong was so determined to seize her husband's huge inheritance after his death.

Ji Mianmian sighed. She walked around the room and turned to go downstairs.

Downstairs, a young mixed-race man came in and shouted,""Where the hell did everyone go?"

"Young master Claude," the maid of the Murong family stepped forward and said.

Claude was the son of Murong Zhihong's younger sister. His sister had married a local man in England and was usually pampered. Although Claude was not too old, he did not lack anything in his life.

The maidservants of the Murong family were most afraid of this Biao young master coming over, because he was never willing to let go of any maidservant who was not bad looking.

Claude touched the maid's butt and asked,""Where's my cousin who ran away from home?"

"The young master went to see Sir," the maid lowered her head and said.

Claude's pimpled face was full of disdain.""Tsk, he's really willing to waste even a second to curry favor with her ... If he's really that filial, why would he disappear for a few months for no reason?"

The maid didn't say anything. Was the son trying to curry favor with his father? On the other hand, ever since sir was hospitalized and there was no one at home, he would come here every few days and almost treated this as his own home.

Did he really think that the Murong family would be his in the end?

The young master was still alive and well, and they all wished that the young master would die.

Claude walked around the spacious and luxurious living room and said,""Go, get me a bottle of wine. I want that bottle from 1982."

The maid was put in a difficult position."Young master Claude, that ... That wine belongs to Sir. Sir has said that no one is allowed to touch it. Even young master has to get permission from Sir if he wants to drink it."

Murong Hong had a hobby, and that was wine. He had two wine farms, but his favorite was from 1982. He bought some at a high price and kept them in his wine cellar. They were very precious.

Claude's expression changed."Say that again?"

The maid trembled in fear."I ... I ... That's ... Sir's collection. We didn't dare to touch it in private ..."

Pa ...

With a crisp sound, the maid almost fell down. She covered her face and didn't dare to cry or say that she was cold.

Claude kicked him,"am I anyone else?" Am I? I'm his nephew, what's wrong with me wanting to drink a bottle of wine? Go get it, immediately ..."