Operation Red Book

Ivy had prepared tea and pastries and was standing at the counter of Muyunzhai, taking deep breaths with a red face.

"Ms. Ivy, you've been standing here for five minutes, and the customer can't wait any longer!"

Mingcan raised a wicked smile and winked at the girl who was lighting incense beside him. The two smiled at each other, making a sound like silver bells.

"Because of those two handsome British gentlemen just now?" Mingcan continued to giggle.

“Just now, just now…”

Ivy muttered to herself, lost in memories of 10 minutes ago.

The tall gentleman called himself Vincent Waite, and after she answered that she was Ivy, he smiled and made the invitation to her.

Ivy froze in place, blinked a few times, her voice stuck in her throat, unable to utter a word.

"You scared Miss Ivy, Lord Waite."

A cold and gentle voice sounded behind Waite. It turned out to be Moriarty.

Ivy bowed to the two gentlemen, and Moriarty returned the greeting and began to explain to Ivy.

"We were passing by and heard that there was an amazing afternoon tea here, so we came in to rest and talk."

Ivy responded with a smile, and arranged a quiet room upstairs for Moriarty and Count Waite, and ordered the kitchen to start preparing black tea and corresponding snacks.

"I'll deliver it to you personally in a moment." Ivy leaned over and added towards their backs.

When the memories ended, Ivy was still lingering on the smile of Count Waite when he looked back at her on the stairs, and a big smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

This looks like a complete nymphomaniac.

"Miss Ivy, please send it up quickly, or the Earl will come down personally to urge you!"

Mingcan clapped his hands, pulling Ivy back from her distraction.

“Oh, oh… cough cough…”

Ivy shook her head, cleared her throat, picked up the plate, and turned to walk upstairs.

After opening the door of the compartment, Ivy placed the dinner plate on the wooden table between Count Waite and Moriarty.

Moriarty and Count Waite had already taken off their black coats, revealing their suit shirts and vests.

Count Waite had two black cuffs on his arms, and the muscle lines could be vaguely seen under his white shirt.

The two men sat sideways on rattan chairs, each wearing straight suit pants. They crossed their legs, and the scene showed elegance and gentlemanliness.

The two had a pleasant conversation face to face, and Ivy heard that most of the conversation was about the dance that Sunday.

Moriarty thanked Ivy and picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea.

Count Waite smiled politely, and his beautiful eyes with sparkling green light always attracted Ivy's attention.

"Ivy, let me take this opportunity to introduce you to Count Vincent Waite. I am his legal advisor and good friend."

Ivy bowed slightly to Count Waite, who nodded in response, and said the same heart-pounding words:

"Have you considered being my partner at the Macmillan dance on Sunday?"

Ivy twisted her fingers, lowered her head and turned her right foot, then said to Count Waite in a daze, "I'm sorry, Count, I've already promised my boss, Mr. Zhu, that I'll be his dance partner."

Ivy bit her lower lip, her eyes turned uneasily, and said in a voice that only she could hear: "Next time, next time even if Leonardo invites me, I will refuse and agree to you."

Waite smiled gently and responded slowly: "Sorry, I was abrupt. Next time I will talk to you about the weather before inviting you."

Ivy was amused by his words: "He actually said next time!"

Ivy smiled politely on the surface, but her heart was beating with excitement.

"Hmm... Why did the Earl suddenly invite me? Did Mr. Moriarty say anything to you?"

Ivy asked Count Waite, but her face was towards Moriarty with obvious fear in her eyes.

"Of course, Count Waite knows that you are a child from China, that you and Joshua traveled through time from the Sigma School in the 21st century, and that you also know about your red book that can predict the future."

"Oh!" Moriarty raised his eyes and thought for a moment, "Earl Waite really appreciated your behavior of scolding those rude people on the train."

"What the Fxxk? Hell No! "

The more Ivy listened, the more disheartened she became. She was petrified on the spot.

If she could, she wanted to drag Moriarty out of the compartment and yell her thoughts into his ear.

"Pa, pardon?" Ivy replied stiffly.

"It's just what you think."

Moriarty smiled gently, like a devil in Ivy's eyes.

She turned around awkwardly, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. Please enjoy your meal." Ivy said awkwardly with her ears red.

As soon as she opened the door of the box, Ivy, who was feeling dizzy, was stopped by Moriarty.

"Please don't tell Mr. Holmes I'm here. I can sense him nearby."

Moriarty made a hush sign on his smiling lips.

Ivy also nodded with a smile. She closed the door with a wry smile and walked downstairs with her limbs stiffly, thinking that she must tell Holmes.

After Ivy left, Moriarty took a sip of the tea in the cup, smacked his lips, and said softly, "Unlike the black tea in England, the black tea here has a very fresh and mellow flavor. What do you think, Lord Earl?"

Count Waite's mouth corners flattened, his beautiful green eyes flashed with gloom and calculation, and his voice was low.

"I haven't gotten a taste of it yet, so I don't know where to make my move."

"We will meet again on Sunday. Didn't she say that she would attend with Mr. Zhu?"

Moriarty poured out another cup of tea, handing Lord Waite's cup to him.

"James! James! Where are you!"

Moriarty's hand holding the teacup trembled, and a few drops of tea fell out.

Earl Waite smiled coldly at Holmes who rushed into the room, his voice still low.

"It seems like a very beautiful move."