Trafford’s Trading Club

Instead of being treated badly as she expected, she felt like she was being treated like a princess... except for freedom.

Anna opened a small corner of the curtain and looked at the environment outside. Just below this room, two men were guarding it. Similarly, there was a handle on the door of this room.

All her clothes had been changed under the maid's tough attitude, and her whole body had been inspected.

Anna has no way to go to Yefim, let alone the outside world. So her current situation is: forbidden.

She didn't even know if Yefim had seen Yuri clearly through the brooch she wore. The brooch had been destroyed on her way to the manor.

They are the men of the Dekabi family, or Yuri's men... But, Yuri's men?

Shouldn't he just be a frustrated painter wandering the streets? His identity has already been clearly investigated.

Is there something wrong?

The door to the room was suddenly opened at this time. Anna turned around warily and looked at Yuri, who was grabbing the door with both hands when the door opened.

It's really Yuri.

"You guys wait outside." Yuri turned around and ordered at this time.

Anna clearly saw a few more men with serious expressions coming outside the door. They nodded and said nothing, but when their eyes glanced at her, there was no kindness in them.

Yuri closed the door.

He stuck to the door of the room, and did not come up or speak for a while. He just looked at Ana quietly, which made her even more confused about what he wanted to do.

"Did you have a good rest last night?" Yuri suddenly smiled and said, "This room should be the best one besides mine."

Anna tried her best to stay calm, "I think Mr. Yuri won't feel too good if we change places."

"You called me Mr. Yuri?" Yuri shook his head. As if he remembered something, he finally took steps and walked towards the corner of the room: the cloakroom.

He opened one of the wardrobes and while selecting the clothes inside, he said casually: "But there is no change of place, right? I slept well last night, with two beautiful girls hugging me... Well, I think last night must have been the best sleep I’ve had in a while.”

"Really? Congratulations!" Anna said to Yuri.

The distance between the two of them is the distance from the window to the closet, which is almost the farthest distance that can be found in this room. Ana put her hands behind her back, and then slowly took out a toothbrush from her sleeves.

The toothbrush handle had been broken, and the broken end was even polished to a very sharp point. This was probably the most meaningful thing Anna had done since waking up, and it was also the thing that gave her a cheap sense of security.

Finally, Yuri chose a set of clothes from the wardrobe. He held it up in front of him, looked at Anna, and said with a smile: "Do you like this dress?"

Ana frowned: "It seems you are planning to let me put it on."

"You're still as smart as ever." Yuri looked at the other person approvingly. He put his clothes on the bed, but without saying anything more, he walked directly to the door. "Someone will take you out later. I hope you have changed your clothes by then... By the way, don't do unnecessary things. Be honest." Say, I really don’t want to see you holding a weapon.”

He said, pointing to the corner of the room, and then pointed to his eyes.

This made Anna subconsciously think of Yefim...that is also a person who likes to hide in the dark and peek at everything. Anna took a deep breath, and the moment Yuri left, she stretched out her hand and pressed on the window sill.

She looked a little ugly now, looking at the clothes on her back... The feeling now was really terrible.

But what's even worse is that she can't figure out what Yuri wants to do.

…

"time to eat."

A man walked in carrying a plate of food. This was the basement of the manor. Or would it be more appropriate to call it a dungeon? Yergo thought.

This is probably not an experience to be proud of.

As state police officers, he and Victor were currently trapped in this place by this group of thugs. But what was even worse was that the man who came in with food was not coming towards them.

He was just delivering food to another guard who had been watching over them.

Yergo, who hasn't eaten or even drank water since last night... is so hungry!

The strip of cloth wrapped around his mouth made it impossible for him to have a good conversation with Victor. Even if Victor is right next to him.

But both of them were pinned to the wall.

"Aren't you going to kill these two guys?" The person who brought the food sat down casually and asked his companions.

The companion shrugged and said: "The boss said to keep it for now. But Mr. Butler also said that if they try to escape..."

He showed a sinister smile, and used the hand in his hand to slowly trace across his neck, as if this was what he was most looking forward to if this happened.

This is simply the worst thing! Yergo narrowed his sight... He felt that he was still immature, and his fear almost made him explode.

Maybe he should take a lesson from Mr. Victor and he would appear calmer. Yergo subconsciously looked towards Victor, and he found...

Victor lowered his head...sleep, fell asleep! ? ?

Oh shit!

So hungry! !

But the young agent Yergo didn't know that his experience was falling into two different lines of sight. The owners of the two lines of sight quickly changed from being able to peer into the cellar. Small window of situation left.

Because this manor is not a place where you should stay in the same place for too long.

The owner of one of the lines of sight even had to say worriedly: "Vera, are you really planning to steal the painting from here?"

"Steal? No..." The owner of the other line of sight shook his head and said calmly: "If he stole it, wouldn't we not be able to see what the owner of this manor has planned?"

"That's right...wait for me, wait..." Vika had to cover her mouth quickly, for fear of making a louder sound, and was busy keeping up with the people who were always ahead. Back view.

…

"Boss, Miss Anna brought it."

"I know, you go out first." Yuri nodded and ordered.

"Okay, boss."

Suddenly, only Yuri and Anna were left in the open room. Yuri took a look at Anna who was wearing new clothes, smiled and said, "You really suit this dress very well."

Unlike Yuri, Anna was looking at every part of the room... She finally looked in front of Yuri.

There were easels, brushes, and other painting tools... There were already many things drawn on the paper, so Anna could recognize at a glance what Yuri was drawing.

She frowned and said subconsciously: "No wonder you also said you wanted to make "The Unknown Girl"...you are planning to draw another one!"

Yuri picked up the brush and didn't look at Anna. He just concentrated on mixing the paint and said calmly: "Come here and stay with me. You can always give me inspiration and let me know where the best place to start is. I need Seize some time, after all, we have to do special year processing at the end.”

Anna said in shock: "You captured me just to let me paint with you?"

Yuri then looked at Anna, and it was unclear what kind of emotion he had on his face. Anna felt as if she was looking through ice at the man in front of her who had had the most intimate relationship with her.

She suddenly felt so vague.

Yuri put his finger on his lips and made a silent gesture, "Don't talk, just stay with me quietly... How much money this painting can get in the end will belong to your."

Anna... Anna opened her lips slightly, and she felt that she heard the most incredible words in her life.

She pursed her lips, and while thinking about the authenticity of what Yuri said, she slowly walked to the easel and sat down.

Yuri suddenly closed his eyes, holding the brush in his left hand and the palette in his right hand.

It was just a habit he had before he started writing, and Anna knew this.

When Yuri opened his eyes and started to write, Anna suddenly felt that even though she was sitting here, she seemed to have long been gone from Yuri's eyes.

For some reason, she suddenly felt a sadness that she didn't understand... It seemed that she was the one who was abandoned.

…

…

In the luxurious manor, Yuri was waving his best paintbrush as if he was getting carried away.

Among the simple houses, the club owner who had just returned from his morning run was taking a rag and began to wipe it selectively on a ruined painting.

Of course, the areas that were wiped were only the areas on the frame where the dissolved paint was stained. As for the painting itself, it would probably only get worse the more it was wiped.

This is the ruined thing that was destroyed in the hotel last night. No matter who looks at it, it seems that it has completely lost its original value.

But even so, it should still have its historical value and it will not be lost because of this. But it is not real, so it was abandoned.

Just outside the wall of the hotel parking lot last night, it was ruthlessly destroyed by its original owner, ruthlessly abandoned by its subsequent owner, and then picked up like garbage by the owner of the club.

"As expected, you are not a professional painter for thirty years? It is simply impossible to repair it." Luo Qiu looked at the messy place that he couldn't fix, then looked at the rag in his hand, shook his head with some self-deprecation, and stretched out his hand. Stretch.

So he gave up this stupid method, and then gently touched the damaged area of ​​the painting with his palm.

The paints mixed with alcohol began to slowly separate, moving bit by bit, seeming to return to where they should have been.

When a little bit of alcohol that did not originally belong to the painting separated from the canvas and finally fell into a cup placed by the narrator, the abandoned painting had returned to its original appearance.

Luo Qiu looked at it and nodded with satisfaction.

The water has been collected. (To be continued.)