Gernada has never taken a step since entering the suite on the sixth floor of the East. Apart from the time he trained Donner, he has been locking himself in the bedroom.
It shouldn’t be sleeping, Donna guessed secretly, but it’s hard to say that Dean Devis always couldn’t wake up. Perhaps one of the ways these masters could do better is to have enough sleep.
Donner shook his head and drove the strange idea out of his head.
It has been a month since he boarded the ship, and in the next month, he needs to develop a second assassination plan.
Probably to ensure the diversity of the practice objects, this time, Gernada added a condition to Donna that the assassination must be a man.
Donner immediately thought of Viscount Gresham.
In December, even on the warm sea, the weather inevitably turns cold.
The open-air dinner and dance party have been moved indoors. On the third floor of the cabin, in addition to the restaurant and casino, there is also a spacious enough hall, which must be specially prepared for the long winter and summer seasons.
Next to the dance floor, Countess Pellinan was alone, looking ugly.
Gresham seemed to have avoided her on purpose, and was sitting far away from her, chatting with a noble young woman.
He should have gotten enough benefits from the countess, or had already squeezed out the last drop of oil and water from the other party, so he got out of this relationship.
In order to preserve the face, the Countess certainly would not tell others that Gresham was approaching her for money.
So, no one will blame Gresham. For real nobles, dew-water marriage has long been commonplace, and such relationships always come and go in a hurry.
“Vissor Gresham is starting to do his second order.”
Silver high heels, beautiful and well-proportioned calves, purple long skirt-Donnell knew who was talking to him without looking up.
“In contrast, your efficiency is too low.” Donner replied: “I will give you a suggestion. Instead of trying to get a tough target, it is better to change one and change your luck.”
Ruike laughed and took his seat, not caring about Donner’s ridicule at all.
Donner whined in the direction of the Keos language circle and continued, “Here, there is a young man over there who has been looking at you intentionally or unintentionally.”
Reiko looked in the direction he indicated. The blonde boy hurriedly changed his gaze and pretended not to see it.
The half-elf girl said disdainfully, “It’s boring, it’s nothing to be so good at first glance.”
Donner shook his head speechlessly. He had never seen such a thick-skinned person.
ThisSpeaking of which, who would have made this shameless guy so sad that day?
No matter how she looks, she doesn’t seem to fall in love with someone. What she misses is her closest relative.
When she guessed that her father was a businessman, she reacted normally, so she should be her mother.
She once quoted her mother: There is no good person for the nobles. Women who say such words are mostly because of their misfortune.
“Hey, what about you? What is your business? Don’t talk about your theory of observing people or something. I don’t believe you are sitting here. You really just look at these.” Ruike had a arrogant expression again. I have to say that with her beauty, she does have the capital to be arrogant. At least most men will smile when they see her expression.
But Donner is different. In the distance, he has to avenge his father’s revenge, and in the recent, he has to pay for the homework of formulating an assassination plan. He didn’t have enough time, so that even enough sleep became a luxury. If it weren’t for the assassination plan, he wouldn’t have wasted time here.