Wine and Gun

A few moments later, Aurelie appeared at the door of his office. The pencil skirt on her body was probably more expensive than the suit of some young lawyers who had just joined the job. From this point of view, the job at Sequoia Manor might still be good for her. 's livelihood.

It was obvious that the people at the manor had already investigated Herstal. The last time he went to see Slade, he only gave him a name, and now the people from the other side came directly to his office. It has to be said that the efficiency of those people is still very high, although this fact does not make people feel too reassuring.

Aurelie smiled sweetly at Herstal, walked up to him, raised one leg gracefully, and sat sideways on Herstal's desk.

——This scene looks like the beginning of a movie. Herstal frowned and said, "Ma'am, this is a table."

"Yeah," Aurelie replied calmly, "so if I get down on my knees and crawl under this table and talk to you, will you be discredited in your law firm?"

Herstal was too lazy to play this flirting game with her, so he asked straight to the point: "Why are you here, Miss Delphine? I'm sure you didn't come all the way to offer me sex. Services."

"Most men want something like the scene you just described, and I do offer sex to all kinds of men a lot." Aurelie let out a cute snort, but Herstal just stared coldly. She, let her have to get serious.

Herstal's look that made the trainee lawyer cry was clearly doing its job.

"Okay, okay, I'm just here to deliver a message. Because the manor of the manor doesn't trust phones and the Internet very much, I can only tell you in person." After a brief pause, she finally said, "I would like to Mr. Slade conveyed your wishes and said, if you wish, you can go to the club next Sunday, there are several entertainments that might satisfy your appetite."

Herstal wanted to sneer a little: it didn't take long to know what entertainment would satisfy his appetite.

This may sound too easy, but of course, looking back on what happened in Kentucky, Slade wasn't smart enough in some details, and his arrogance was the main reason for those flaws. Considering this position, it is understandable for him to be more gullible in the matter of Herstal.

"Then what am I going to do in exchange?" Herstal asked. It was true that Slade in his memory was credulous, but it was impossible to invite him to an intimate party in vain.

Aurelie blinked and smiled: "A pledge to keep secrets for the companions, and some donations to the club: these donations can work with Mr. Slade to ensure the normal operation of the club."

——It may also guarantee him to swallow a big sum of money, Herstal silently added the second half of the sentence in his heart.

This condition is actually still very easy, and anyone with enough identity to enter the club of Sequoia Manor can easily put up a large sum of money; perhaps more likely is that his identity as a gangster lawyer caused Slade's Note - obviously at the time of gān's life as a high-level pimp, the more solid Slade's backstage is, the better it is for him.

Herstal paused for a moment, then showed a smile that didn't have much of a smile: "No problem, all of his requirements are well met."

Aurelie nodded, but still stared at him. This woman has a pair of very bright black eyes, and when she looks at others, she seems to know what other people are thinking. After a while, she suddenly smiled and said softly, "I think your attitude towards this matter is a little too urgent."

"Shouldn't it be?" Herstal asked rhetorically. "You have no idea how desperate a man is for this kind of thing."

"I always think you're there for something else." Aurelie said in a sweet voice, but this sentence didn't seem to contain any sweetness.

"Really?" Herstal asked, a silent throb somewhere deep in his chest.

"That night I said you looked like a lamb in a crowd, and that's true metaphorically." Aurelie's voice was soft and even, "You know what the religious metaphor of a lamb is, right?' was killed'."

Herstal shook his head and whispered, "Miss Delphine—"

"The heart with the crown of thorns was pierced by a spear." Aurelie interrupted him with a smile, "When I first saw you, I saw something familiar in you—I Guess you've been hurt, right?"

That day, Herstal, as always, worked overtime until late.

When he got home, Albarino was sitting on the living room sofa, his knees, sofa seat and floor covered with autopsy reports haphazardly laid out. The corpses of those children who had been killed by nüè and then thrown into the river opened their pale eyes and looked forever at the kingdom of death ahead.

"Long day, isn't it?" Albarino said in a relaxed tone, and when he said this, he was very much like an ordinary person, very much like he could build a family with others. He turned the page of the autopsy report on his knee and looked up at Herstal. "Did something special happen?"

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