Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Qiao Nian didn't know whether she should answer or not, her thoughts had drifted away, her thin lips pursed into a straight line, her expression solemn and calm...

She knew it wasn't Moody.

At least the assassination she encountered on the second floor had nothing to do with Moody.

Moody had this motive. After all, according to the information she collected, the Earl of Reims who descended from the sky took away the property that once belonged to the Mu family.

but!

The Mu family without Mu Qingtian is like a tiger that has had its teeth pulled out, nothing more.

Even if Mo Di is irrational, he should know that his current strength is not enough to retaliate against the two of them in one go.

If she were Moody, she would definitely focus all her strength to take revenge on the person who wanted revenge most.

One is Theron, and the other is the Earl of Lance who appears from nowhere... I also know who Moody will take revenge on.

Therefore, there should not have been dead soldiers on the second floor.

But a dead soldier appeared.

There is more than one dead soldier.

This is worth pondering.

…

In the afternoon.

The party dispersed.

The young man who had endured a whole party returned home.

He walked into the manor as fast as the wind, picked up the porcelain on the museum shelf and smashed it to pieces.

"Master."

The butler came out, clasping his hands in front of him and bowing his head slightly, greeting him extremely respectfully, as if he didn't see his red eyes.

Moody took off his suit jacket and threw it on the ground. He stepped on it and stared at him with red eyes: "Who leaked today's news?"

"What?" The butler showed an expression even more surprised than him. He looked at him in surprise, then shook his head and affirmed: "They are all dead soldiers trained by Mr. Mu and will not betray your father."

"Haha, haven't I experienced too many betrayals these days?" Mo Di sat on the sofa, one hand against his eyebrow and humerus, and sneered at himself: "...I only arranged for people to assassinate the ten old men, but today I still have A group of people took advantage of the power outage to go up to the second floor to find Count Lance. "

He took his hand away, rested his elbows on his knees, and asked coldly and mockingly: "Don't you think it's strange? How could such a coincidence happen? How did those people know that we were going to take action, and how did they know that we would first let An An be planted on the rose? The hidden nails in the mansion destroyed the electric switch.”

"this……"

"But such a coincidence happened!" Moody became intensely emotional and leaned back, his face distorted greatly: "Now that old man suspects that I did it. I'm not afraid that he will know. I never arranged this assassination. I thought I would fail from the beginning. Failure is not terrible. He can't catch me. If he doesn't have a handle, he can't touch me. But the things I haven't done will be counted on me. This is worse than the failure of the plan. I can’t accept it!” Because this meant that he was once again treated like a monkey jumping around in front of the stage by these old foxes from the Sixth Continent.

"Master, I understand what you mean." The butler comforted softly: "Don't worry yet. I will check as soon as possible."

Moody became hoarse and closed his eyes tiredly: "Check it carefully. I don't want the same thing to happen next time!"

"yes."

The butler left quietly.

When his figure disappeared into the shadows, the kindness and humility on his face disappeared without a trace, he took out the phone and gave cold instructions.

"Inform the person who is ready to take the blame. Tell him that he can admit his 'mistake' in front of the young master, and I will take care of his family for him. Tell him not to play tricks or say things he shouldn't say in front of the young master."