Trafford’s Trading Club

However, the young policeman who just walked into Sheriff Victor’s office, encountered the Sheriff packing his items on the desk, as if about to leave.

“Yelgo? You came at the right time. Go out with me.” Victor directly said, “To meet someone.”

“Now?” Yelgo was stunned for a second and asked directly, “Who are we going to meet?”

“You will know when you are there… Remember don’t be surprised later.”

…

He wouldn’t be like that… Yelgo couldn’t help thinking secretly—after he guessed the identity of the guy in front of him.

There was no eternal dark or white. The violent ones were the ones standing on the grey area—this was the last thing his teacher taught him when he graduated from school.

Sheriff Victor himself now was testing the accurateness of this saying for him.

Brobov… The person who stayed away from politics but had certain influence within the field, initially became rich by dealing with business under darkness—This was someone that had great possibility to become an oligarch in ten years but was extremely low-key.

Judging from the conversation between him and Sheriff Victor, they seemed to have known each other for a long time, and they were pretty close to each other. Thinking secretly whether Sheriff Victor had been in touch with this Brubov in these years, Yelgo listened to their conversation now.

“Auction?”

“Yeah.” Brobov who was almost 50 but kept a very good body shape, nodded, “As far as I’m concerned, many collectors have received this invitation… well, you know what I specifically mean by referring to collectors.”

Victor directly frowned, fixed his sight on the guy before him, and lowered his voice, “Are you also going to participate?”

Brubov shook his head, “Although I am into collection but as for this painting… I think that no one can resist its temptation as long as he is a collector of famous paintings. What a pity. If only this is an official auction, I will be there no matter what. But I can’t make it now.”

Victor nodded. He clearly knew the guy had a plan and ambition for the future—under that ambitious goal, it was quite easy for this guy who had such self-discipline as self-criticism to give up his personal interest.

“The invitation is the recognition of identity.” Brubov said apathetically, “Therefore, I could only tell you about this instead of sending you an invitation… As for whether you can get in or not, that depends on your ability.”

“I understand.” Victor nodded.

Though this guy had the thought of hanging up his axe, yet apparently, he didn’t want to offend others who had also received invitations.

“You guys leave from the back door, be careful.” Brubov laughed slightly and said, “I have invited several government officials together for dinner and they are about to come.”

After Victor had taken Yelgo left without hesitation, the secretary of Brubov walked in and said, “Sir… Will there be any problems if you tell Sheriff Victor all these things?”

“Is there any problem?” Brubov said slightly, “Isn’t punishing the guilty what good citizens supposed to do? Will the whole Moscow know Victor came to my house… Under the presence of only four people?”

“No… they wouldn’t.”

He understood what the boss meant beyond the words.

“Even if F&C is the most qualified thief in the world…” Brubov now squinted and said, “What special ability does this guy have from him to be able to send invitations to so many people?”

He laughed, walking to the doorway, ready to greet the coming official and said to himself, “I hope Victor can give me a surprise.”

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A life like an emperor… Urey, who had never enjoyed this kind of life before, discovered that even if he racked his brain, this was the only description he could come up with.

Maybe because he had no knowledge about this luxurious life, all he could do was only to realize everything in the ridiculous but luxurious life he had imagined.

“Is there anything different about Mr. Urey today?”

Many laborers had been working for this manor, and most of them were young and pretty maids under the management of Butler Edgar—young and pretty as they were, they certainly had the same dream as Cinderella, which was to be admired by the inheritor of Typica’s Family.

Even if it was just romance for one single day.

The other servant girl, who was being asked while wiping the window of the living room, now watched around and lowered her voice, “When I just passed by Mr. Urey’s house, I heard him having sex. Then I had a glimpse, Nina and Vivian were all naked.”

“Has Mr. Urey even laid his eyes on us before?”

“Who knows…” The maid wiping the window thought for a moment, “I have never seen Mr. Urey acted do that before… well, indulging. Or he might be suffering from something. Do you know? He just let someone fill wine into his bath tub and took a wine shower.”

Suddenly, there was a sound of a slight cough.

The two servant girls saw that it was Mr. Edgar, so they stopped their conversation and went back for their duties separately.

Edgar had a glimpse, and left without facial expression—Before long, he came to the room of the mansion’s owner and knocked on the door.

When the door opened, Edgar saw Urey with only a pair of shorts.

He was holding the cup and his face turned red because of the alcohol. Edgar turned his body on the side and found two familiar maids were covered by the quilt and headed out.

Urey was like a drunkard at this point, saying as leaning on the doorway, “Edgar, is there anything for you to visit me? Do you want to drink a cup or two with me?”

“Sir, could you please come to the study room? There are things that needed to be taken care of.”

Urey said without caring about it, “Oh… Edgar, life is tiring enough. Why not just enjoy it? If there is anything, let’s talk about it in the evening… Oh, leave it to tomorrow then.”

“Sir, there is an invitation for you.” Edgar came close a little, and whispered on Urey’s side, “It is the auction for “The Nameless Maiden.”

There was a slight change on Urey’s face. As if he was absent-minded for a moment, he put the cup subconsciously to his mouth. After a sip, he looked at the cup… putting it in Edgar’s hand.

“You all wait for me here.” Urey turned around to see the two beautiful girls.

As he said, Urey went directly outside the room.

Edgar shook his head, walking fast into the room and picking up some clothes on the floor and looked at the two maids in bed, “Go back to your work, and leave this room as soon as possible.”

Now he followed up fast with his clothes and left the room.

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The evening of the auction.

But for outsiders, this was only a ball…a dancing ball—It didn’t matter to the hotel staff what the true subject of this ball was; they just need to do their work.

Because there were too many luxury cars coming to the hotel park—this metropolitan hid many unknown rich people.

Only the sports cars in the park alone could constitute a sports car fan club?

Not count in those rare touring cars—Logically speaking, this was an unbelievable occurrence for the staff in the hotel, considering it was only a barely four-star hotel.

“That should be… Mufus. Not many lame men would come to such occasions. From the figure, it should be him.”

Vicar, who just simply wore a black eye cover with an unfitting suit, kept analyzing besides Vera noisly.

Vera, who wore a long black dress, with small spiral back rose decorations and a mask of black swan feathers today, lifted her dress impatiently and quickened her steps.

Just now, a fancy golden car drove in slowly.

When the car stopped, a man with a white suit came out without a female partner, but only an old man accompanying him— who wore a simple mask, of course.

The man looked up and glimpsed at the hotel. He then tugged his collar, passing directly by Vera and Vicar.

“This guy even wore his family emblem… I might have seen that emblem before in some place.” Vicar said as if remembering something.

“It is Typica’s Family.” Vera slowly said, “An old royalty banished outside.”

“They rose again by dealing with firearms.”

“Let’s go in.” Vera interrupted Vicar and said. “I want to see the environment of this place.”

….

On the stair of the hotel, Anna looked at the location of the park and slightly smiled—this was not the estate of Efim, but simply the hotel of a boss that was happy about making a big deal only.

Before the dresser, Anna put on the deep red lipstick, slightly moving her lips, and then wearing the golden Colombina mask on her side.

Then she went out of the room.

…

“Sir and Miss, we arrived.”

The driver said while looking at rear-view mirror—as a driver, he had no interest in the personal business of his guests.

However, after driving through this park and seeing so many fancy cars, the driver couldn’t help having certain thoughts… These two people, must be those who endeavored to pretend to be rich?

The rent of this car was calculated by hour.

“Thank you.”

The man who wore a clown mask said politely from the seat behind—he first opened the door of the car, then turned around and lent his female companion a hand.

He supported her to get out of the backseat.

The woman in a blue dress slip her hand through the man’s arms after she got off the car. It seemed that no one paid attention, so they just walked in the hotel in this manner.

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Inside the banquet hall, Sheriff Victor and Detective Yelgo were holding trays and watching guests passing by one after another… In fact, the young detective had been standing there for a long time.

He felt his legs to be rather sore.