Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Qiao Nian slightly raised her chin, revealing her graceful neck, with a waterfall of black hair falling freely on her shoulders. Her eyes were cold, but also a bit unruly, as if she could see through everything, but she didn't care about anything.

She wore a black short leather jacket, a simple white T-shirt inside, and tight black jeans on her lower body, which outlined her perfect body curves to the fullest.

One hand was casually placed on her knee, her fingers were slender and the joints were distinct, and the silver ring on her index finger flashed a cold light.

After several seconds, she turned her head and replied to the other party's message.

[hxs: Let's see. ]

Eleanor didn't care about her attitude, and was still as familiar and warm as before.

[Eleanor: OK, I'll contact you when I get there. ]

The next second, another new message came in.

Qiao Nian's eyes were slightly fixed.

[Eleanor: The eldest lady of the Theron family will also come, I will try to make time to come out. ]

Qiao Nian casually placed her left index finger on the bench and tapped the edge of the bench lightly, the rhythm was neither fast nor slow, as if she was thinking about something.

Qiao Nian picked up another mobile phone after a few seconds, and saw that the person on the other end had not replied to the message, and there was a hint of surprise in her eyes.

She thought of something, pursed her lips, did not act rashly, chose to suppress the restlessness in her heart, squinted her eyes and sent another message to the other party.

*

In the entertainment room of the club.

It was normal at first.

After Brown brought him over, he introduced the elusive Count of Reims in the Sixth Continent to Garcia and others.

Everyone put down the billiards and mahjong they were playing and came over to say hello one by one.

Since it was such a social occasion, it was inevitable that the social skills in the social field would be needed to socialize, so a waiter came in and opened a bottle of Romanee-Conti for everyone.

He brought each person a glass of sober red wine, and Brown and others began to deal with the man wearing an exquisite mask to cover his true face with the wine.

During the period, Count Lance didn't talk much, but he had the aura of a superior who had been immersed in the circle of sensual pleasures for many years. He could blend in with them while keeping a distance from them.

Everyone chatted about everything, and from time to time brought the topic to the absolute protagonist here, asking questions related to medieval nobles.

Lance sat on the single sofa, his long legs crossed, and occasionally joined in a few words. Occasionally, he listened to them when he didn't want to talk.

"Sorry, sorry, I kept you waiting for a long time." Dowell hurried over after dealing with the farce.

"The birthday boy is here."

"Oh, if you are late, you will be fined three glasses of wine. Don't cheat."

"Hahaha, you even fined today's birthday boy. Isn't that too much?"

"It's the birthday boy who deserves special treatment. Otherwise... fine the birthday boy 6 glasses?"

The person who proposed it was laughed at by everyone, and Dowell also pushed him and drank three glasses of fine wine in the booing.

With his participation, the atmosphere in the entertainment room became more lively.

Lance watched them making noise, shaking the wine glass in his hand, but never took a sip of the wine in it. He took this opportunity to take out the mobile phone in his suit pocket and turned it on.

There was indeed a message from Qiao Nian on it.

He was about to read it.

Suddenly he heard Dowell calling him: "Count Lance, are you interested in tequila? Do you want to have a drink?"

"Oh~ someone is going to bleed." Brown cheered on the side, and explained to the man on the sofa with a smile: "He has a bottle of tequila wine, which is priceless. He usually hides it in the wine cellar and is reluctant to take it out to share with us." (End of this chapter)