"Pay attention to your current identity and think clearly before you speak." Kang Si's face suddenly darkened, "I can ignore your personal provocation to me, but it is impossible to ignore your contemptuous and insulting remarks about our department. If

There will be another time..."

"Oh, that's really scary. I was actually threatened by the young master of Viscount Leerson's family!"

Alice asked Arthur Watson to read the lines that established the image of the "provocateur" in a calm tone. Then, before the other party got angry, she walked straight towards the lifeless and decadent man, and performed magic tricks with her hands.

A folded letter appeared on the ground.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Charles Blair? A woman named Sophie Blair said that she wrote a letter to her husband and asked the postman to hand-deliver the letter to the gentleman whose full name is Charles Blair.

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"Sophie...the letter written by Sophie...is it her, the letter she wrote to me?"

An indistinct light suddenly flashed in the man's cloudy eyes, and he slowly moved back into the room from the window, finally stopping on the tissue paper in the stranger's hand.

"Yes, as I said before, Mrs. Sophie wrote a letter to her husband," Wearing a white formal suit that had nothing to do with a postman, Arthur Watson exuded a strange aura that seemed

He has a certain kind of special charm that can make people gradually lose their guard while listening to the words, and gradually believe that what he said is true. "But I am not sure whether you are Mr. Charles Blair or not. Do you have anything to say?"

Something to prove your identity? For example—"

"I, of course I am the Charles you are looking for! Quick, return the letter Sophie wrote to me! That was her, she wrote to me..."

The man who exuded a dirty smell suddenly stood up and left his easy chair. He rushed towards the "postman" eagerly to snatch the letter he was holding, but the latter easily avoided it and stumbled to the ground.

"Sir, please first show proof that you are Charles Blair, for example... yes, I thought of it, since you are Mrs. Sophie's husband, you must have wonderful memories of spending time with her, and you will never forget it.

The background of this photo in my hand."

As he spoke, Arthur Watson put away the letter and took out the group photo that he had hidden in his side pocket before showing it twice in front of the decadent man's eyes.
Chapter completed!