??403: Chapter 233 Cri Den (5K)_2
403: Chapter 233 Cri Den (5K)_2
Arthur was adding sugar to his cup while he calmly replied, “Really?
Since I arrived in London five years ago, it’s the first ti I’ve learned that you can actually see the sun in this godforsaken place.”
Fiona, seeing that haggling wasn’t getting her anywhere, her eyebrows had pulled all the way up to her temples.
She slumped onto the table, waving her hand, “Alright, alright, who’s making you…”
Just as Fiona was saying this, she heard Arthur’s voice co through.
“I never said I wouldn’t agree.”
“You agreed?”
Fiona sprung up from the table, surprised—perhaps her movent was too abrupt, as her chest shuddered.
Arthur saw this and just furrowed his brows slightly, shaking his head lightly, “No need to stuff so much, I rember the first ti I saw you, it definitely wasn’t that big.
You swinging them around like that always makes
reluctantly think of several Frenchn.”
Fiona’s face turned fiery red, she knocked on the table with her knuckles, “What do you an ‘stuff so much’?
I was always this endowed!
The last ti you saw , my bra was just too tight!”
“Wait, what’s with the Frenchn?” As she was saying this, Fiona suddenly paused, then, suspicious and soon angry, she shouted, “Arthur Hastings!
Are you telling
you’ve been taking care of that whore Eugenie’s business over in Chelsea District?”
Arthur replied calmly, “You all categorize them that much?
French girls, Russian girls, are there also those from Iberia and Apennine’s diterranean charm?”
Fiona glared, “This business isn’t as easy as you think, Mr.
Hastings.
I can’t interfere with your private life, seeing you’re a young, virile man, and I can understand you’d do this, but I must emphasize that Eugenie’s girls are not clean.
Be careful of catching a disease!
If you really want to play, co to my place, I can arrange the best for you.
We have girls who can speak French too.”
Arthur shook his head at that, “I’ll pass on the French girls, you might not know, but now I get a psychological trauma every ti a girl speaks French.”
Fiona hearing this, imdiately felt relieved.
She sipped her tea while not forgetting to discredit her competitor’s reputation.
“That’s right, it appears you’ve already experienced the service from Eugenie’s place.
Though she claims to cater to high-end clients, saying they are engaged in fraud is hardly an overstatent.
The mont her girls take off their bras, the extra flesh around their waist could pile up miles.
We don’t have this problem at our place.
Think about it, if our girls weren’t genuine and knowledgeable about how to chat, how could I have easily hooked Bernie Harrison, that dumb donkey?
Hmm…
not right, Bernie might be dumb, but he has a pretty good eye for girls.
He never even glanced properly at those losing propositions from Eugenie’s!”
As she spoke, Fiona suddenly changed her tune, “Mr.
Hastings, how about this?
For this transaction, I won’t even talk about money anymore, but…”
Arthur detected sothing amiss from her words, “Are you planning sothing?”
“Oh, dear, how can you say sothing so hurtful?” Fiona covered her chest with her hands, feigning frailty, “Look at , I’m just a frail, delicate girl, what kind of trouble could I possibly cause?”
While saying this, Fiona didn’t forget to slip out a banknote from her cleavage, placing it on the table and slowly pushing it towards Arthur, “I’m just asking if you could do
a favor.
Could you possibly remove those permanent security posts in the southern part of Chelsea District?
Just for a day or two.”
Upon hearing this, Arthur just bit into a fried, crispy doughnut, “Fiona, this could lead to loss of life.”
Fiona covered her mouth in feigned surprise, “Mr.
Hastings, you make it sound so dire.
Is it not quite normal for girls in our line of work to cause a death now and then?”
Arthur shook his head, “If you all add a few lives, it’s none of my business because that’s the hospital’s responsibility.
But if a few lives go missing, that’s Scotland Yard’s jurisdiction.
So, your request is denied, Fiona, I’m sorry, but I can’t agree.”
Fiona, hearing this, rose furiously, “Hastings!
You’re still protecting that whore!
Are you involved with her?
When have I ever refused an assignnt from you?
How many tis has Eugenie crawled into your bed, and she dares to shit on my head!”
As she spoke, she was still not satisfied.
Fiona suddenly lifted her skirt, revealing a flintlock pistol strapped to her thigh, “Damn it, I’m going tonight to blow that powder-jar head of hers clean through!”
On the side, Agares laughed so hard he was rolling on the floor, “Arthur, I told you to be careful, and now you’ve really done it, eh?”
Arthur was not bothered by this, he just pinched his chin and nodded at Fiona’s thigh, “Didn’t expect that, quite fair.”
Fiona, flushed by his comnt, managed to suppress half of her anger, “Less sweet talking, I’m going to take care of that whore Eugenie now, do you agree?”
Arthur neither agreed nor outright denied but instead said, “Fiona, murder is a serious cri, I can’t cover for you.
Even if I was extrely lucky and managed to save you, you’d be exiled to South Africa or Australia.
If you were gone, any profits from the fencing competition would have to go to soone else.”
“Fencing competition?
What are you talking about?” Fiona hesitated a mont but then sat back down, “What’s really going on?”
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