When night came, a convoy left Oakken Manor.

The two bodyguards in front and behind, and the extended luxury car in the center, did not drive into Atlan, but circled the suburbs of Atlan and drove into another direction.

Qin Ran, sitting in the extended luxury car, looked at Ann Ratridge Oken, who was hanging red nail polish on a file opposite him, and was perfecting his plan in his mind: to take the guest of tonight's dinner as the "witness" to bring the statue of Sister Rhetd to the Atlanta Library.

"It's so annoying. If this continues, my nails will be completely ruined!"

Ann Ratridge Oken complained.

Qin Ran remained silent.

When he came back at noon, the other party was applying nail polish with great enthusiasm. The other party could not forget the evening dinner, but still doing so only means that everything was asked by the other party.

Therefore, Qin Ran would not be able to deal with such words at all.

Of course, it's also because of the plan tonight.

Although they were just a short time to get along, Qin Ran really knew Ann Ratridge Oken too much.

And everything was as Qin Ran expected.

While Qin Ran was silent, the lady Ann Ratridge Oken pulled out her right foot with stockings from the plain-colored flat leather shoes she had just changed, then stretched out her long legs and pointed toward Qin Ran's knee with her toes.

Although the extended luxury car has space that ordinary vehicles cannot match, it is the responsibility of Ann Ratridge Oakken to extend his legs, the space is constantly getting smaller.

In such a space, it is difficult for Qin Ran to dodge.

Except for jumping the car.

However, as the other party's temporary bodyguard, Qin Ran would never be able to leave the other party.

Even if he could never let Ann Ratridge Oaken point the opponent's toes on his knees.

Not only because of the plan, but also because of the awkward feeling, and... a hint of disgust.

so

When the black muzzle was aiming at An Ratridge Oken, the lady who had been complaining all the time before changed her face at this moment.

After Ann Ratridge Oken felt the rapid drop in the temperature in the car, he concluded that Qin Ran was serious.

"I gave you a weapon, but you didn't want you to point the gun at me!"

Ann Ratridge Oken emphasized.

"I know."

Qin Ran nodded and put away the gun.

Seeing that after Qin Ran took off his gun and became silent again, Ann Ratridge Oken raised his eyebrows, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, nothing was said.

Simply put, Ann Ratridge Oken was a little scared by Kirsten.

Did you recall something bad?

During the rest of the way, Ann Rutridge Oakken was thinking about this in his mind.

Regarding Qin Ran's whereabouts, a woman like Ann Ratridge Oakken will naturally not be sent to follow or monitor.

She knew very well how keen perceptions a fighter who was stronger than Meyer would have.

The bodyguards under her command are not enough to follow such people.

Once it is discovered, the close cooperation between the two sides will undoubtedly create a huge crack.

Ann Ratridge Oken doesn't want this.

She is now the most critical moment and will never allow any mistakes.

However, such as sending a driver to send Qin Ran to the place he wants to go.

Then, from this, to guess what Qin Ran is doing, Ann Ratridge Oken is definitely happy with it.

For example: Her secretary told her very diligently what Qin Ran did before.

Ann Rutridge Oakken didn't believe it at first, but as time went by, Ann Rutridge Oakken had already been half-believing.

Because no one is as unsense as Qin Ran.

Although Qin Ran learned quite quickly, Ann Ratridge Oakken could easily judge that it was learned, not disguise.

In the eyes of others, such a person is just an "amnesia patient"!

But Ann Ratridge Oakken is different.

The skepticism cultivated after the day made Ann Ratridge Oakken not believe in anyone or something 100%.

Even the truth.

However, this did not prevent Ann Ratridge Oakken from continuing to make some guessing games and making various assumptions and guessing.

Squinted his eyes and looked at An Ratridge Oken's expression. Qin Ran knew that his behavior had successfully aroused the other party's suspicion.

Next, it depends on the "cooperation" of those people.

Qin Ran was full of confidence in this "cooperation".

...

There is more than one Oakin Manor outside the city of Atlan.

There are several other estates.

Of course, Oakin Manor is the largest and most luxurious one.

When Simead Oakken lived, Oakken Manor was the veritable first estate in Atlanta.

But with Simede Oken's death, such a name seemed to become instantly false.

In a magnificent hall, three men blew breathing in Atlan City, and the whole city would sit around the table.

The three of them looked at each other, but no one spoke first.

The silence made the air pressure in the entire hall suppressed.

In the end, the thin-faced middle-aged man among the three spoke first.

"That woman is coming, what are you going to do?"

"Don't you really want to give the city of Atlan to her, do you?"

"dream!"

A fat man with a white face and no beard on the left side of the middle-aged man snorted coldly.

"When Simeid Oken was alive, we were all halfway open. Now she, a widow, wants everything? I don't mind letting her go to Simeid Oken!"

The fat man continued to say.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. I can take her in for a while before looking for her. You must know that if it weren't for Simede Oken, she would have become my most precious toy."

Sitting opposite the fat man was a man with a mustache.

Compared to the fat man and even the thin middle-aged man, this man is not very old, retains the appearance of a young and middle-aged man, and has a very outstanding appearance, which can be called handsome, especially with a slightly scholarly temperament, which makes people look even more eye-catching.

However, what the other party said makes people frown.

But none of the two present did this, and they all smiled meaningfully.

Obviously, they all think so.

"The No. 1 Beauty in Atlan City, I can't help but feel hot when I think of such a title."

The fat man with a white face and no beard said rudely.

"Oh, do you need me to cool you down?"

"Meyer!"

A man with a beard like a scholar whispered a name.

Suddenly, the fat man opposite changed his expression.

"Witton, are you looking for trouble?"

"Do you want me to clean your place?"

The fat man asked threatenedly.

"Si Burke, you can try it."

The man named Witton asked with a smile.

But the aura on his body has long become gloomy from a scholar, just like an executioner.

"Oh, then we..."

"Enough!"

The thin-faced middle-aged man shouted softly, and he looked up at the two collaborators, feeling cruel in his heart.

If the two collaborators hadn't been dragging their backs, how could he have been overwhelmed by Simede Oken? Now Simede Oken is dead, and his chance to stand up has come.
To be continued...