I don't know how long it took, Demville slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on the sofa with dim lights around him.

It took him a while to come back, let out a long breath, and said to himself as if he was relieved: "I actually fell asleep? Fortunately, it was just a nightmare!"

The study suddenly exploded, the house was shaking and the earth, the lights were all gone, the bodyguards who were instantly shocked, and the oriental women who broke the walls of the corridor with one punch. This dream looks like it is true.

These two women are simply the legendary Valkyrie. It is impossible for ordinary people to break the wall with bare hands. It is a wall made of bricks and cement, not soda biscuits.

Dingling!

A crisp ringtone rang.

The housekeeper Pierre walked in with a large tray.

On the tray was a pot of steaming coffee, as well as red wine and a goblet.

A competent housekeeper always appears as soon as the owner needs it.

"Sir, are you awake? Want something to drink? Coffee or wine?"

Demville sat up from the sofa, rubbed his temples with his hands, and said, "Get a cup of coffee, it's just awesome, oh! Pierre, I had a nightmare just now, you would never think how terrible it was, it was so weird. The study was blown up, and all the bodyguards were knocked to the ground. You and I knelt on the ground and begged for mercy to two terrible Eastern women. Can you imagine it? Such a young and delicate girl, like a flower, broke the walls of the corridor with one punch, and such a big hole could almost pass through an adult, God! That was a hard wall, and when your head hit, it would definitely not be the wall that broke."

The housekeeper Pierre poured a cup of steaming coffee, and according to Demville's habit, he added beef and sugar and delivered it to his hands.

Then he spoke, "Mr. Demville, you did not dream. What you said is true. You and I were indeed kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy to the two Oriental girls!"

"What?"

Dermville, who was blew into the mouth of the coffee cup, was stunned.

"Sir, I mean, you didn't have this nightmare because it's not a dream!"

The butler just finished speaking.

Then I heard a ping-pong sound, and the coffee cup fell from Demville's hand, and the warm and fragrant coffee spilled on the carpet and quickly soaked in.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at his butler with no expression on his face.

It's not a dream, it's simply terrifying.

...

After all, the chairman of the Lieheral Consortium, Demville finally calmed down after a while. He asked in a trembling voice: "Where are they?"

Pierre replied calmly: "Dining in the restaurant!"

"Dining? Why are you leaving them here for? Report to jing and arrest them!"

Demheer immediately jumped up and almost stepped on the coffee cup that had fallen to the ground just now.

"Sorry, sir, I can't do it. To be precise, no one in this house can do it. They will kill us, just like pinching a fly to death!"

Pierre smiled bitterly, and the situation was stronger than others, so he had to bow his head.

The two oriental girls were like ripe magpies. The youngest one alternated in English and German, and finally made people understand what they were talking about.

As for the report, I'm afraid that before the investigation was made, all of them had died.

No one dares to imagine what a terrifying scene that could break the wall would be if the punch that would hit someone.

It might be the same, right? Maybe it will be turned into minced meat.

Butler Pierre had to ask the kitchen to prepare food according to the request of the two young oriental girls.

The appetites of the two oriental girls are frightening.

The kitchen was running at full capacity, and the two chefs were busy, fearing that the food would be eaten if it was slower.

The food delivered to the table was more than ten servings, even one hundred servings, and they are still eating until now.

In other words, French chefs will be very busy and sweaty. If it were Chinese big pot chefs, they could easily handle it with a kitchen knife and a pot.

When it comes to food culture, although French feasts are famous in Europe, they are still more than inferior to China.

If you are not able to compete and don’t want to sit and wait for death, you can only go the way of negotiation.

Demville covered his face in distress, and his voice came from his fingers.

"How could this happen? What do they want to do?"

"Sir, these two girls may just pass by. When they are full, they may leave by themselves!"

At this critical moment, the butler can only think in a good direction.

No matter how bad the result is that they are beaten to death by the two oriental girls one by one. Perhaps they can't use one punch, just like those bodyguards, they flew out directly. Who knows how they did it?

"I'll ask them what exactly do they want?"

Demville stood up and walked towards the restaurant with his teeth.

"Sir! I suggest you don't offend them!"

The housekeeper was worried that the master would become impulsive and would speak without hesitation, which would lead to a disaster for his own death.

"Don't worry, I won't come. Even if I die, I must die and understand!"

Demville's feet were a little faster.

Butler Pierre sighed and chased after him with a tray.

The dining table was filled with empty plates, and there was no maid coming to take them away, and a new plate with food was served.

Two oriental girls sat at the dining table and feasted, steak and pasta swept through the sky like wind blowing the broken clouds.

"Two!"

Demville also sat down at the dining table.

After all, he is the chairman of a consortium, not an unknown minion. He can still gain some momentum by forcing himself to calm down.

The Qingyao Demon Girl ignored this guy at all and kept eating on her own.

As the original body of the Qing Jiao, if you eat with your belly open, you can eat even a hundred cows, let alone a cow.

The kitchen at Demville's house is obviously not enough to see.

The little demon Hong Li stopped moving. Her appetite was obviously not as big as Qingyao. She had already eaten it now and was 70% full.

After Demville finished speaking, a maid repeated it in English, and then in German.

Even if you can work in a luxury house in a wealthy area, even a maid will not have much education. Maybe you will even think about the good thing of flying to the branches and turning into a phoenix.

"It's not what we want to come here, nor do we want anything."

Xiao Hongli's foreign language proficiency is still half-baked. When it comes to English and German, it is very difficult to get the grammar.

Fortunately, some people can understand these two languages, otherwise it would be a problem to communicate.

"You didn't lie to me?"

After listening to the maid's translation, Demville looked suspicious.

Is this just a misunderstanding?

Wait, why does the other party’s words have a “coming”?
Chapter completed!