The implication was that if they really cooperated with Martin and assisted him in winning the Hidden Lord’s throne, they were only afraid that he would get rid of them afterwards.


    “You are the son of King C, use this as a condition to negotiate with Martin. I believe you will get more unexpected gains from each other.”


    Antina nailed it.


    One word woke up the dreamer.


    Anthony suddenly thought of something, his pupils flooded with ghostly light, and smiled knowingly, “Still Antina is smart.”


    For Antina’s reminder today, he was very satisfied.


    He said, ring angrily at the maid, “What are you doing standing there, don’t you know how to serve tea to the guests!


    It was night.


    Anthony secretly met with Martin and the two of them talked for more than two hours in the room before they left.


    This night was destined to be a sleepless night for many people.


    The session ceremony was getting closer and closer, and both the Baron n and the Hao n were secretly training their troops and making ns.


    During Vivian and Sophie’s hospitalization, Houghton kept saying that he woulde to visit, but was refused by Morris.


    Now that he knows that the two are out of the hospital, hees straight to the One Piece House to look for them.


    Houghton came in and Ashbur went straight upstairs, knocked on Vivian’s room door and said, “Miss Vivian, Mr. Houghton Sr. is here.”


    Vivian was sitting on the lounge chair on the balcony, and when she heard Ashbur’s words, her cold face was suddenly coated with ayer of cold frost.


    She got up, walked to the door, pulled it open, and said to Ashbur, “Tell him toe up.”


    “Okay.”


    Ashbur nodded.


    Just as he turned to leave, he was called back by Vivian, “Wait.”


    “What else can I do for you, Miss Vivian?”


    “Don’t let Dixon and Sophie know Houghton is here yet.” She admonished uneasily.


    “Yes.”


    Ashbur led the order and turned to go downstairs.


    A few minutester, Houghton appeared outside the living room.


    He was dressed in a ck pair of short sleeves, ck and gray baggy pants, and a ck and gray checkered turban, in the style of a Cryptic dress code.


    Houghton stood in the doorway, the formerly hale and hearty man with a dejected face, giving people a sense of decadence.


    Vivian did not even look at him, sitting quietly on the sofa, holding the baster pot to make tea.


    Every movement is very slow, as if enjoying a pleasant life, and as if waiting for something.


    “Are you alone?”


    Houghton walked into the living room and saw that Vivian was alone, so he asked casually.


    “You should be d he’s not here. Otherwise, I’m afraid your old bones wouldn’t be able to withstand his fists.”


    Vivian took the baster pot, poured a cup of tea, ced it across the table, and poured herself another cup of tea.


    The white jade-like fingers picked up the tealight, blew the curling hot air, sniffing the rich tea fragrance, “purposely for the master you make the tranquil tea, afraid that you have done something wrong, conscience uneasy.”


    She meant something.


    How could Houghton not know the meaning of Vivian’s words?


    He walked to the sofa and sat opposite Vivian, “I came here today to talk to you about Sophie’s girl.”


    Vivian bowed her head and quietly sipped her tea, not saying a word.


    Houghton continued, “I have a concealed weapon on my ring.”


    Houghton raised his hand and pressed the inconspicuous mechanism button in front of Vivian’s face, and saw the ring’s tap spitting out a sharp de tip.


    “That day I used the knife on the ring to cut the rope to escape, Sophie that girl saw, and clung to my arm, I was in a hurry to leave, a fling, the force is too violent, who knows directly from her face cut through.”N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner.


    After exining in a few words what happened that day, he stopped talking and just looked at Vivian calmly, with an indefinable mncholy and sadness on his old face.


    “Finished?”