The whole empire thinks that the admiral is going to rob the marriage

Needle drop could be heard in the box.

Hawthorne's golden eyes were half-closed, and after a while, he raised his cup with a half-smile and drank the remaining tea: "The gossip is over, let's talk about business now. What do you want, Your Highness?"

Victoria said frankly: "I want people. After everything is over, I need a team to take us out of Capital Star."

"Yes," Hawthorne clasped his index finger on the stone table, "what can you give?"

"Everything. Everything. On that day, the Gustav family will completely become history, and the Fulan Empire will also become a paradise of chaos. As long as there is chaos, you can always get what you want, right?"

Hawthorne had no way to refute, and nodded calmly: "Yes."

Glenn noticed that the other party's eyes were wandering on him, and added lightly: "It is my request not to harm civilians."

"We don't kill people, we only rob money." Hawthorne didn't care, the soft flesh on his cheeks bulged, "If you can't even touch the money, then there is no need to discuss this business, Admiral."

Glenn didn't answer.

Victoria took out her personal terminal from her black handbag, withdrew the password and pushed it in front of Hawthorne, calling up a document: "Please ask your subordinates to step down too, Miss Hawthorne, my fiancé and I will not harm you, we Now a man in a boat..."

Before the words were finished, the two big, shapeless men behind Hawthorne suddenly shook their shoulders, their facial muscles twitched, and they were caught by Hawthorne's murderous gaze, and then ran all the way out of the room.

The wild laughter of "Hahahahahahaha" passed through the door and into the ears of the three people.

Victoria: "..."

Hawthorne stood up, stepped on the white soft chair with one leg, and the strong coffee bitterness of Alpha pheromone poured out.

The "girl" was almost talking between her teeth, pointing to the delicate Adam's apple on her neck.His dilated golden pupils looked like some kind of cold-blooded animal.

"Who the hell told you I'm a woman?"

Glenn, Victoria: ...your tutu, ponytails, and lace stockings.

Glenn restrained the urge to release pheromones to fight, and said kindly: "Sorry, Mr. Hawthorne."

Victoria regained her breath and nodded in surprise, "Sorry."

Hawthorne let out a "hum" and sat back to his original position. He took the terminal and looked at it for a few moments. The pheromone that was full of coercion just now was completely removed in an instant, leaving only a few traces of unidentifiable bitterness in the air.

This is absolutely impossible for ordinary human races.

The Longevity Clan continued to evolve in the dark history, and concealment was their instinct tempered by blood—the terrible Longevity Clan.Glenn sighed inwardly.

"Mr. Hawthorne, the reason why I am in a hurry to ask you to meet is because I got the news three days ago that the wedding date of my Royal Highness has been finalized."

"I also know the news." Hawthorne yawned uninterestedly, "Do you have to read me such outdated lace news?"

"No, it's not April next year as previously announced." Victoria clenched her fist lightly against her chin, her eyes were as pure as water, "The new wedding date is set for one month later, Dulan in November."

......

Three days later, in the morning.

The headline on the front page of the Imperial Daily used red bold fonts to line up a dozen words for half a page.The people who opened private terminals in Fulan questioned the aesthetic taste of the empire's number one media, and spit out coffee/milk/porridge/drinks in their mouths after carefully reading the content:

"His Royal Highness is about to get married, and the wedding date is scheduled for the eleventh of next month!!!!"

The editor-in-charge also responsibly added five huge exclamation marks to the end of this line of characters. I don’t know if it’s to gain attention, or the editor himself expresses his true feelings...

WTF? !The crown prince is getting married? !The wedding is scheduled for next month? !It was agreed that the decision based on the work schedule of the two may be delayed until two years later? !

Where is Admiral Glenn? !Are you going to marry that woman you don't love? !Wait, why is it a woman who doesn't love?Who secretly brainwashed me? ! !

Admiral Glenn, who became the focus of the topic again, didn't go anywhere. He read the news in his study.

Glenn tapped to comfort his tinnitus, picked up the communicator, and edited a few short sentences.

——Send to Contact: Joshua?

--Yes.

......

"Love and betrayal never talk to each other, and trust and lies often meet by chance... Is the general a good literary talent?" Goode looked at the words translated by the decoding program line by line, and chose this love poem from the report as usual. out.

Ever since news of Joshua and Grand Duke Theresa's marriage came out, Admiral Glenn's love language has gradually developed in the direction of revenge and blackening. As a Beta, Goode couldn't help but feel very sympathetic.

Although the admiral's daily life track is still three points one line, except for work, he just goes home and stays at home, and occasionally goes to a very private bar to drink with friends from the military department - and rarely meets Princess Victoria .

But Goode, as the person who knows the general's movements best at present, naturally does not think that the general is not affected by his ex-boyfriend's betrayal at all.

"It's a pity that His Royal Highness is going to get married in a week." He thought regretfully while printing out the report.

Victoria's summons were always timely. The most famous private detective in Dulan City put on his hat and sunglasses, left the villa and boarded his hover car, and comfortably covered himself with a thin blanket to catch up on sleep.

Since Fulan's largest suspension car manufacturer cooperated with the traffic management department, the hosting function of automatic route planning has quickly become the most highly praised new technology in Fulan.

The nature of Goode's work determines that he cannot always have a full eight hours of sleep, and he loves this feature extremely.When the alarm clock that comes with the suspension car wakes him up, outside the car window is already the place agreed with Princess Victoria - Forest Café.

Mr. Detective admired the surrounding environment of this cafe, stepped forward and pushed the door open.

A blond man passed him shoulder to shoulder. Gude didn't pay attention, but the blond man stopped suddenly.

The blue eyes behind the sunglasses quietly watched Gude go away, and the man asked the guard who followed him: "Did I see that man just now?"

"Yes, Your Highness," the guard replied, "This is the most famous private detective in Dulan City. You had an appointment with him four years ago." Investigate the relationship status of the admiral.

"I remember he wasn't cheap," Joshua smiled.

The guard in black had no expression on his face, and the bullet screen in his heart was swiping.

Yes, because he is not cheap, you forcibly upgraded the intelligence authority in the hands of the crown prince, and even snatched our group of secret guards from His Majesty.Just sad, sad, sick, mad, okay?

However, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has no mind reading skills. He cast his eyes on the cafe behind him and said casually: "Check what he is doing recently. Check this store too... Be careful not to leave any traces, the wedding is coming soon It's almost there."

......

Teresa hurriedly changed into the No.16 wedding dress, her expression was still very excited, and Victoria's polite smile could hardly be maintained.

She is the only princess of the empire, the only living female member of the main branch of the royal family.Accompanying my older brother's unmarried partner to choose a wedding dress sounds like a duty-bound job.

But who would have thought that the female Alpha who lashed out at Fang Qiu on the battlefield was actually a terrorist?

"Victoria, what do you think of this set?" Theresa retouched her lipstick and asked without shyness.

"It's beautiful, the lace around your waist fits your figure very well." Victoria racked her brains to make up another compliment, and said sincerely, "You look good in every outfit."

Teresa laughed.

"You're such a sweetheart, Victoria baby."

Victoria's communicator vibrated, she switched to voice mode, stood up and smiled apologetically at Teresa: "Your Excellency, I'm going to answer the phone."

Theresa graciously agreed.

Victoria carefully detoured for a while, and finally found a remote indoor garden in this tailor shop exclusively for nobles. She was relieved and answered Hawthorne's call.

"Hello, Mr. Hawthorne."

"Well, I have prepared the person you want for you."

"Thank you."

Victoria wasn't surprised; her freshly applied red nail polish had an inexplicable crack, which made her frown.

"And, the batch of mechas you ordered with Madman Lindell has now been sent to our station. I take back what I said last time. You are a character, Your Highness."

"Thank you for your compliment," Victoria looked at her fingertips calmly, "and thank you for your help."

Hawthorne was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "To be honest, I am not at ease with your fiancé."

"You don't need to worry about him," Victoria chuckled, "No one knows whether Glenn Sasil will go crazy for love, we don't know, and my brother and his subjects naturally don't know either. We all By default, he will not be lured, so what about coercion?"

There is no response from the other end of the handset.

"Since he got on this boat, there is no chance of getting off again. What's more," Victoria put the communicator on the table in front of her, and tore off the cracked nail polish, "My brother Wang It's really going to go out of your way to push him out, isn't it?"

Hawthorne asked calmly, "Which part of your plan is he?"

"Maybe it's the first ring, maybe it's the last ring."

"What do you want him to do for you?"

"I recorded the record of our meeting on video." Victoria answered irrelevantly, and picked up the communicator again, "Guess what he will do, will he die with me, or let himself become a different Glenn Sassi What about Er?"

She glanced at the prominent date on the comm screen.

There are still six days and six hours before Joshua Gustav's wedding.

-TBC