Trafford’s Trading Club

Vera went out in the afternoon, but when she was waiting for dinner, she came back without any expression.

Vika, who is familiar with her, naturally knows that this is because Vera has gained nothing.

"Yakov's family has nothing. His wife is a typical housewife, his son has marijuana hidden in his room, and his daughter is a partygoer but has a seriously out-of-shape figure." Vera sighed and said, "It's so normal. Just a typical middle-class family.”

"Really? But there is news from my side." Vika shrugged.

Vera sat down casually, with her legs crossed and her hands on the back of the sofa, looking like she was waiting for good news.

Vika, who had long been accustomed to it, sighed and said: "To be precise, there should be news from you."

"Can you be more direct?" Vera asked impatiently.

Vika had no choice but to say: "An invitation letter has been sent to your personal mailbox, with the time and place indicated... In three days, there will be an auction for "The Unknown Girl"."

"My personal email? That one?" Vera frowned.

Vika shrugged and said: "Which one else can there be? Of course it is 'Vera Toktakhonov'."

Vera was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Who is named on the invitation letter?"

Vika said seriously: "famp;c."

Vera suddenly said calmly: "I don't remember that my private email is given to others, right?"

Vika could only laugh and said: "Dear Princess Vera, have you forgotten why you ran away from home? Although you have not sent...but ah, there are several people in the party who are very concerned about your future life. Boss, yes! Don’t you know how many letters of love you receive in your private mailbox every day from all over the world? These are all from me..."

Vika pointed at herself and said, "I take time out to reply to you every day."

Vera suddenly narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Are those suitors handsome?"

Vika nodded repeatedly and said: "Not bad, some of them can be described as perfect."

Vera walked towards Vika with a smile, and the delicate smile on her face looked like a female leopard to Vika. He could only swallow his saliva and said: "I haven't done anything... really... at most I asked for some more photos..."

Vera's fingers moved in rapid circles.

Vika was stunned for a moment, but his intuition told him that nothing good would happen... but experience also told him that if he didn't do it, there would be even worse things waiting for him, so he could only turn around.

Vera sneered, picked up the TV remote control next to her with one hand, and then inserted it into Vika's groin.

"Oh!! Be gentle...oh!!"

"Does it feel good?" Vera leaned into Vika's ear and whispered.

Vika, who had his legs folded, had an ugly expression on his face, and said like a bitter gourd: "It's a bit... a bit dry, I haven't used it for a long time... Oh, be gentle, be gentle..."

"Go get me some evening clothes tomorrow and come back. Get ready. I'm going to attend the auction." Vera let go of her hand, then turned Vika over, and with a sudden force, pressed Vika's body on the stool.

While Vika let out a cry of pain, he said, "Did you hear it clearly?"

"Clear...clear..."

Vera clapped her hands and returned to the room gracefully. Vika stood up fully holding the chair, slowly pulled out the remote control with a strange look on her face, and finally showed a look of great comfort.

He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling...it didn't seem too bad.

So he stared at the remote control that fell on the ground, seeming to be thinking about something...

…

…

He was probably about sixty years old, well-dressed, and every move he made was like a textbook standard.

White socks, and a pocket watch chain that can be seen protruding from the bag.

When Yuri woke up again, he saw such an old man standing next to him. Although the other party's hair was gray, he looked energetic.

This was a room that was ten times more luxurious than the hotel suite he woke up in last time.

"I...I should be at the subway station." Yuri hesitated. He sat up and tried his best to figure out what happened.

He subconsciously touched his abdominal cavity and found that there were no wounds on his body. Even the leg that had been injured earlier appeared to be intact.

"Mr. Yuri, the hot water is ready. You can take a bath right away." The old man said with a smile.

"I...I'm not dreaming?" Yuri opened his mouth. He could not remember when he had been treated with such respect by such a distinguished old gentleman. "Here...where is this place? Who are you?"

"Edgar, please call me Edgar." The old man said with a calm smile on his face, "This is Kachia Manor, your manor, sir. Sir, please take a bath as soon as possible, because if you ask the guests to wait for you, It is extremely impolite behavior for a nobleman."

"My...my manor? Noble...noble?"

…

The bathroom is as spacious as an eighty-square-meter living room. Even the connected dressing room has more than twenty sets of luxurious clothes.

Ties, watches, belts, hats...shoes.

Even after Yuri came out of the shower in a daze, a gorgeous maid shaved him.

It was so strange that Yuri felt that he might have been drunk in his dream. When he looked out the bathroom window, he could only see a huge, perfectly smooth lawn in a small corner of the manor!

He didn't even see the fence.

He couldn't even believe that the person in the mirror was himself.

The messy beard has been shaved off, and the scattered hair has been trimmed to make it shiny. After matching it with luxurious clothes, he has become a completely different person.

At the end of the corridor, Edgar was already standing in front of the door of a room, waiting. When Yuri arrived with a confused face, Edgar opened the door for him.

The moment he opened the door, Yuri couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's you!"

…

"sit down."

Luo Qiu, who was drinking black tea, glanced at Yuri who came up, smiled, and then put down the teacup in his hand. The maid immediately added new black tea to the teacup.

Even though there are enough servants in this manor, the maid still insists on serving her boss personally.

"So what happened?"

Yuri frowned and sat down. He found that Edgar did not follow him in, but closed the door after him.

"Mr. Yuri, have you forgotten?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked, "What do you want from us?"

Yuri was stunned, and a stinging pain suddenly appeared in his head, causing him to subconsciously grab his hair. His face seemed to turn pale for an instant.

When his eyes returned from confusion to reality, Yuri looked at the young man with an oriental face in surprise.

No... to be precise, it's the mysterious young man!

"I...I actually said those words..."

He echoed the words he had said before, but at this time he did not say such incredible words again. However, it seemed to have become true.

Yuri had to believe what was happening before him.

The most intuitive and powerful proof was not everything he encountered in this manor, but the fact that he was still alive and well when he was supposed to die.

Luo Qiu suddenly said: "We believe that what a person says before death should be mostly true. Mr. Yuri, the contract has been reached. In the next month, you will not only The owner of this manor is also the heir to the Dekabi family. His identity is..."

Boss Luo smiled slightly: "The tsarist nobles who were exiled abroad during the October Revolution are now settled in Yuri Dekabi, Morocco."

Looking at Yuri's incredible expression, Luo Qiu snapped his fingers.

At this time, the maid took out a box and pushed it in front of Yuri on the table, "Mr. Yuri, this is the seal of the Dekabi family and the family crest... These are things that can represent your identity."

"I...I am a noble...a descendant of a noble..."

Yuri felt like he was having trouble thinking. (To be continued.)

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