What Vivian didn’t understand was why Issac had taken her up to the attic when he knew it was Fraser who wasing today.


    She thought that Issac must have found out something and had taken her up to the attic to tell her that the castle was heavily guarded, so that she could stop thinking about it.


    Could it be that he knew about the sneak into the studyst night?


    She could not be sure.


    A few people entered the drawing room together and just as they walked in they met Antina sitting in the drawing room.


    When she heard the sound, Antina looked over. When she saw Fraser walk in, a smile spread across her high, beautiful face, and she got up and jogged over to Fraser, raising her arms to put her arms around his neck, “Brother Yan, you’ve finallye over, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”


    She said, giving Fraser a kiss on the side of his face.


    Antina was Issac’s girlfriend, and it was only a C country ritual for her to be this close to Fraser.


    But it was clear that Antina and Fraser were close.


    Vivian’s face was calm, but inside she was already in shock.


    Antina and Fraser were so close, he must have known that Issac was still alive, but he kept it a secret.


    He was hiding something.


    “My little princess is beautiful again.”


    Fraser reached up and rubbed Antina’s hair, smiling dotingly.


    “That’s true, I’ve never been prettier.” Antina spoke with a touch of confidence and spontaneity, her unpretentious nature was a real pleasure to behold.


    Then a few people sat down to exchange pleasantries, with Vivian sitting aside on the sofa, ignored like a transparent person.


    She wanted to say something, but had no say.


    She wanted to leave, but it was impossible.


    Finally, after sitting on pins and needles for who knows how long, Issac said, “It’s a good day, let’s y mahjong together, Antina loves it.”


    “Yes, Shrek knows me best.” Antina wrapped her arms around Issac, who was sitting next to her, and lifted her arms around his neck, kissing him intimately.


    “Let’s go.” Antina got up and crooked her finger towards Vivian.


    Vivian followed them out like a puppet on a string.


    She didn’t know where she was going to y mahjong, but she knew it wasn’t going to be just a pastime to pass the time.


    The feeling of passivity, of having no say, of having no freedom of action, made Vivian feel awful.


    The three of them walked ahead, Issac and Fraser on either side of Antina, who had her arm around their shoulders, the three of them talking andughing.


    The sun was zing, and even the air was hot, making Vivian more and more restless.


    For the first time in her life, she was so quiet.


    Even if she was usually a strong person and calm in the face of everything, she was inexplicably a little nervous at the moment.


    They were heading in the direction of the basement.


    When they finally did go down to the basement, it was still on the first floor, the same ce as yesterday.


    There were mahjong machines, desserts and drinks, and a ss-walled interrogation room with ck curtains so that nothing could be seen inside.


    Vivian grew more and more wary.


    “Hey, what’s on your mind?” Antina tapped Vivian violently on the shoulder.


    Vivian’s heart shuddered, but her expression remained calm, “I was just thinking, what are you doing here ying mahjong? It’s no fun.”


    Her English was excellent, her pronunciation standard and her speech fluent, not at all like a girl from the countryside.


    Antina looked over at Fraser and Issac, and the three men looked at each other before their eyes finally fell on Vivian in unison, suddenly hooking their lips in a smile.


    A grim smile that sent shivers down Vivian’s back.


    “No, no, no, of course it’s most interesting here.”


    Antina said with a smile.


    She pointed to the mahjong table, “Vivian, you sit there.”


    When the host says so, Vivian does as she pleases.


    She took the seat directly above the mahjong table, while facing the direction of the interrogation room.


    Issac and Fraser sat to Vivian’s left and right, and Antina sat directly opposite Vivian, with her back to the interrogation room.


    “Come on,e on, let’s get started, I can’t wait.” Antina was fist pumping and acting exuberant.


    There was a long silence before Vivian asked, “No chips, feel free to y, right?”


    “It’s no fun without chips. But don’t rush, y first.” Issac looked at Vivian with cold eyes and pointed to the middle of the mahjong table, “Let’s roll the dice, whoever is bigger will start first.”


    Each of the four people shook the dice, Antina dice 17 points, thergest, the other three people have the least points, naturally, Antina first.


    This kind of tile is, indeed, the easiest kind of mahjong in the country.


    …


    The first hand was won by Antina.


    When Vivian asked about the chips, Antina snapped her fingers at the bodyguard.


    The bouncer gave a slight jowl and carried over something that resembled a raffle box. She reached her hand in but nced at Vivian, “I heard Vivian has a pretty good hand, so why don’t you draw one for me first.”


    A transparent raffle box with uniform coloured coloured balls inside.


    Although it was asking Vivian’s opinion, Vivian saw all three of them looking over and knew that there was no room to refuse at all.


    “Okay.”


    She readily agreed, also trying to figure out exactly what the rules of the game were.


    The bouncer walked up to her and Vivian casually touched a ball.


    Another bodyguard came over, took the ball, opened it and said, “9.” and, picking up the inte, told the person on the other end, “9.”Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    9?


    “What does 9 mean?” Vivian asked.


    However, before they could give an answer, Vivian heard a scream and wail from the curtained interrogation room.


    Thud!


    Her heart plummeted, the fingers in herp clenched violently, and she couldn’t stop gagging.


    What mahjong?


    It was simply a Hongmen’s banquet.


    Vivian, as smart as she was, also understood that the numbers of the balls in the box either represented the number of punishments, or each different one.


    But the voice, which sounded somewhat familiar, was not Morris’s.


    She put on a calm face and asked, “In there, who is it?”


    Antina looked like I was innocent and spread her hands, shaking her head, “I don’t know. Just a few petty thieves who infiltrated the castlest night, you say they were too bold to infiltrate my territory, they really didn’t know what they were doing.”


    She said as she continued to roll the dice, “Oops, seven points, seven pairs of doors. Just the right amount of mahjong in front of you.”


    Antina, all carelessness, leaned forward slightly and counted seven dice in the row of mahjong in front of Vivian, taking four mahjong, followed by Issac taking another four mahjong.


    When it was Vivian’s turn to take the tiles, she was glowering.