Time shifts to ten years ago.
R Country, H-Town.
A high-profile political and business banquet is in full swing in the capital.
In the corner, a pair of beautiful eyes, cold and shrewd, searched with purpose.
Claudio Belles was not dressed to impress tonight, she wore a smoky pink V-front dress with star embroidery, the smallest part of her back was exposed in a V-cut strapless design, the dress was made of excellent layers of tulle falling down, the whole temperament of the person is unpretentious and ethereal, and with her bright and beautiful face, beauty and innocence in one, there is no doubt that this is a special one. The beauty and innocence of his face.
That’s why, despite her low profile, she has become the subject of many witch hunts.
But those wolfish stares don’t interest Claudio Belles in the least.
Tonight, he is not hunting these mediocre men, but the most powerful man in all of H-City, a man even the President fears: Eduardo Tercero.
A month ago, the Ming organization packaged her with a new identity and secretly deported her to R-country, where she became a native of R-country.
And this time, for the first time since Claudio Belles was eighteen, she was on a solo mission.
Before coming of age, she had seen a bit of the world with Esteban Zaragosa and the others, but she was so green that now it was her turn to go alone, and it was inevitable that she would feel panic, especially when the enemy she faced tonight was the Ice Blade himself, the cold and stern king of the Occulus Organization who had just taken command.
And there are three reasons why the Lord of the Court sent her into action this time.
The first is because she has not been exposed and it would be difficult for Edward the Third to get to the bottom of her, the Ming organization has established a fairly clean and pure background for her.
Secondly, she is a woman.
Thirdly, she, Claudio Belles, is quite beautiful.
But Esteban Zaragosa had warned him that Eduardo Tercero was a very suspicious man and, after all, at his young age he had stepped over a corpse to become the head of the Occult Organization, so he must be a powerful and deep-rooted man.
Claudio Belles searched for half a day and saw not half a glimpse of Eduardo Tercero at the party, holding a glass of champagne, his slender white fingers tapping the top of the glass with some anxiety.
Had Eduardo Tercero’s visit to tonight’s party been cancelled?
As she pondered this possibility, a male suddenly approached her, looking at her with interest and nakedness, “Alone, beautiful? No male companionship?”
Claudius Belles was expressionless and didn’t even look at the other man, “I like a man.”
The other part was obviously not so easy to brush off and he laughed a little and said, “There aren’t many beautiful women who are alone, especially as beautiful as you, the thing is my friend is on a business trip, why don’t the two of us make a couple?”
Claudio Belles was keeping his eyes fixed on the crowd, trying to get rid of those stuck flies, and was about to say he wasn’t interested when he saw Eduardo Tercero at the entrance of the party, dressed in a black suit and entering the venue with several bodyguards.
Heh, the target appeared and made her wait.
Claudio Belles, champagne in hand, walked straight and fast and ran straight into Eduardo Tercero’s arms.
As soon as the champagne splashed Eduardo Tercero’s suit, a large, strong, slender hand grabbed his wrist tightly.
The man frowned and condemned the woman in front of him, “How dare you use such a clumsy pickup technique on me?”
Claudius Belles reacted with a quick snap, spun on his heels and fell upon Edward the Third, his eyes raised in a watery delicacy, aggrieved, “Sir, the truth is that I sprained my foot by accident, but luckily I did not spill the champagne on you, otherwise I would have been too sorry. ”
“Get up.” Edward the Third did not flinch, his thin lips spitting out two words without mercy.
Behind him, the man who had accosted Claudio Belles earlier had come up behind him and immediately went over to help him.
Claudio Belles hastily hid behind Eduardo Tercero, clinging to the latter’s waist with his little onion-white hands as he pitifully whispered for help, “Sir, help me, I don’t know you. You just made a move on me and I accidentally bumped into you to escape.”
Edward the Third looked at the shrunken little head behind her waist and the bright, pretty face that was breathtakingly beautiful.
Hm, at least she is much prettier than the assassins sent by other organizations.
It’s just that this tactic of … Is too clumsy, so clumsy that … Edward the Third can’t bear to look at her.
“Let him go.”
The girl behind her, like a little beast, stubbornly said, “Can’t you do it if I don’t let go?”.
Be nice?
Hearing this, Eduardo Tercero’s thin lips curved coldly into a grimace, “I was never a nice person.”
Claudio Belles: “…” moncler