The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

Sophia's mood has stabilized.

She originally thought that after ten years of time, the tragic experience of that year had long been forgotten, but she did not expect that it was just sealed away by herself, and it was not until she heard Dean's words that it came to her mind.

Things that you often find unacceptable, after peeling off the veil on the surface, you find that it is actually just that.

Looking back at the beginning, if it weren't for her outstanding appearance and the gangster who kidnapped her wanted to sell her for a higher price, she would not have had the chance to wait for William's rescue. She would have been sold to an unknown place like her mother and accepted a completely different life than now.

destiny.

At least now, I have friends, a good life, and Mr. Baron... Mr. Baron's firm eyes just now appeared in Sophia's mind, and she saw that her hand was still held by him, and she struggled but did not pull it out.

, raised his head and met Joyce's metaphorical expression.

"Why, you want to throw it away just after using it. It's so heartless!"

Sophia was a little embarrassed, but recently she had become resistant to this level of teasing, and she raised her head with a rosy face.

"if not!"

Joyce smiled, took the initiative to let go of his hand, and said in a gentle tone:

"Go ahead, I'll give you a day off today and do something you've always wanted to do but didn't have time to do."

What I've always wanted to do but didn't do... Does it count to ask you to make me a cup of coffee... Sophia glanced up at him guiltily, then quickly turned away and stared at the wall.

Joyce thought the maid was struggling and suggested:

"Go to the store and buy something you like, or go to a play..."

"It still costs money." Sophia muttered.

"Then go to the mountains and watch the sunset." Joyce was completely convinced by her maid's wealth-keeping attributes.

Sophia glanced at the hot sun outside the window, her eyes clearly saying: But it's only morning...

Joyce "became furious" and said:

"If you don't leave, your salary will be deducted."

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He was once again left alone in the huge study, and Joyce was already used to this kind of thinking atmosphere.

This Eric, who had provoked him, was also a completely evil person, making him a perfect assassination target.

The question is how to kill him? And before killing him, he must find out who is investigating him.

Eric is different from Crowe, who is a loner. According to Dean, this guy is very afraid of death and always has more than two bodyguards around him. It is said that he is to guard against assassination by rival gangs.

Joyce, who is just an "assassin", cannot quietly kill several bodyguards with firearms at the same time. Once the gun goes off, the risk of exposure will be great, and the risk is obviously not proportional to the benefit.

If it weren't for the fact that Eric must know my appearance, I could have had a face-to-face conversation with him on the pretense of entrusting him with something.

By then, Joyce, who has the "eyes of social death", can easily get the answers he wants.

Wait, it doesn’t seem like it’s impossible to operate...

Joyce didn't know what good idea he had come up with. He suddenly looked surprised, but soon became embarrassed, as if he was struggling with something.

Finally, he nodded firmly, made up his mind, and just did it!

But wouldn’t it be a good idea to disturb someone immediately after giving them a holiday?

Never mind it! I'm the boss anyway... Joyce found a strong enough reason for herself and knocked on the maid's door.

Sophia's eyes widened, fully showing her surprise, and she stumbled and said:

"Mr. Baron, why are you here?"

After all, I had something to ask for, so Joyce smiled kindly and said, "I want to borrow something from you."

"Can I come in?"

Sophia quickly looked outside and saw no one, so she dragged him in.

Joyce suddenly had the illusion that she was having an affair:

"Why are you nervous?"

Why are you nervous? Since I became a personal maid, I have heard several discussions behind my back... Sophia leaned against the closed door and cursed in her heart. After calming down, she said;

"What do you want to borrow?"

"cosmetic."

Joyce found that he was not as embarrassed as he had imagined, so he spoke out naturally.

Sophia became even more confused and asked curiously:

"What do you want makeup for?"

Joyce couldn't say that he wanted to do his old job, so he said tactfully:

"I'll do a magic trick for you."

Sophia still didn't understand, but that didn't stop her from taking out three or four small boxes from the drawer of her dressing table.

After opening them one by one, Joyce realized that she had made a mistake, that is, women in this era did not have excessive demand for cosmetics, not to mention that the maid was still a brave girl.

He asked helplessly: "Don't you usually wear makeup?"

"Very few." Sophia answered matter-of-factly.

Well, people with natural beauty have the right to be willful. Joyce turned around and asked again:

"I'll give you a day off, and you'll just lie down on the bed, right?"

There was nowhere to go... Sophia crossed her arms and said nothing.

"Well, you clean up and come out with me later."

Joyce did not give her a chance to refute, went out to find Harry and told him that he did not need to prepare his own lunch. At the same time, he refused to take the family carriage and left the garden villa with Sophia.

"Monsieur Baron, why are we going to the department store?"

Sitting in a taxi hailed from the roadside, Sophia asked about the purpose of her trip.

Joyce put on a jacket, a pair of black gloves, a pair of light-colored loose trousers, and a pair of leather boots. The style was very different from her usual style, as if her gender was deliberately blurred.

When he heard the maid's question, he habitually half-closed his eyes and answered softly:

"Buy cosmetics."

Buying cosmetics? Did you buy it for me? Sophia thought that when they returned to Bayam from Rose Manor last week, the two of them were also sitting in a carriage... Could Mr. Baron intend to use money to corrupt me?

Sophia, you have to hold on and don't be tempted...

While she was thinking wildly, the carriage arrived at its destination smoothly.

This is the largest department store in Bayam. It only accepts members with status or wealth. Of course, in most cases, the two can be equal.

Seeing the dazzling array of products on the shelves and listening to the salesperson's explanation, Joyce couldn't help but feel grateful to Emperor Russell in his heart.

He kept telling Sophia to choose various cosmetics and perfumes with his eyes, which made the maid wonder why Mr. Baron knew more about these things than me!

The final payment turned out to be twenty pounds, which completely refreshed Sophia's outlook on life. On the surface, Joyce calmly paid and left, but in fact, he cursed the emperor in his heart: Forget about fucking inventing cosmetics, they are luxury goods.

You also make money, it’s too cruel.

"Go to Xiangshu Avenue."

Joyce told the coachman her destination, took out a mirror and gave it to the maid, asking her to hold it with both hands as a makeup mirror. She skillfully opened the boxes of various cosmetics and applied them on her face.

Sophia's eyes were wide open from the beginning, watching with dull eyes as Mr. Baron gradually transformed from a man into a similar but completely unrecognizable "woman".

What kind of magic is this? Is it the magical ability of an extraordinary person? Why is he so skilled?

Soon, Joyce was done. In the mirror, the bridge of his nose was a little higher, his cheeks looked thinner, and his skin was fairer and unexpectedly pink.

He nodded with satisfaction, it seemed that his craftsmanship had not deteriorated.

Noticing that the maid was hesitant to speak, he naturally couldn't explain truthfully that this was the professional skill of the previous generation of women's clothing bloggers, so he could only smile and said:

"Is it magical?"

Sophia nodded dullly, quickly reacted, shook her head and said:

"What are you going to do in this state?"

"No, how could you turn into this?"

"That's not right. Why do you put on makeup?"

…………

"Sir, Madam, Xiangshu Avenue has arrived."

Because the guest did not tell him the specific location, the coachman had to park the carriage on the side of the road.