Feeling the stiffness of his fiancée's body, Stuart turned to ask her with concern, "What's wrong, honey? Why are you shivering? Are you feeling unwell?"

Miss Elliot smiled reluctantly, "It's okay... I'm just a little seasick..."

Mr. Stuart said doubtfully: "But you were obviously relaxed on the boat just now, but I was the one who was so vomiting..."

As the owner of this place and a veteran gentleman, Boss Dart clearly understood the implication and said proactively: "Young man, you must pay more attention to the weak lady. There is a room upstairs where she can rest. You can take her up there."

At this time, if Miss Elliot was a boxer, she would have immediately hit a combination of "How dare you assume my gender", "I am not a weakling", "Stinky remnants of patriarchy", and "It's cold in the summer".

He cannot take care of himself.

Fortunately, Miss Elliot had not learned this unique martial arts technique of using her left hand and right hand to make waves on the ground. She only looked at her fiancé with an expression of forgiveness, waiting for him to nod.

Mr. Stuart also woke up from a dream, "Thank you for reminding me, kind sir! I will take her up to rest right now!"

After saying that, he asked his fiancée, "Honey, where is the suitcase we had when we set off? The one with the travel clothes in it?"

"Well……"

Miss Elliot, who was pretending to be vertigo, suffocated, and the three bedrooms and one living room at her feet began to reciprocate from floor to floor.

Even I couldn't stand it anymore, so I quickly helped: "Uh... I guess it was put on the boat and I forgot to take it off? Right?"

Miss Elliot seemed to have received an amnesty, "Ah... yes, yes! On Captain Kaye's yacht!"

"Okay, I'll get it right now!"

Stuart was ruthless and turned around immediately to rush out of the tavern. Miss Elliot, who was pretending to be dazed, could only hang on to him like an octopus, trying to delay his departure.

The three people present were so embarrassed that they almost dug a townhouse out of the ground for this attempt to hide their behavior, but Stuart turned a blind eye and turned a blind eye.

At this time, Kay finally couldn't stand anymore and took the initiative to stop Stuart who was about to go out, "Just stay here and I'll get your things for you!"

Then he whispered to Boss Dart, "Boss, hurry up and find out what happened. I'll delay the time..."

As he spoke, he pushed the tall Stuart inside and easily moved both of them several steps.

The people in the Voyager Alliance are indeed monsters.

"Great, let the captain get the things! We don't want to go!"

Different from Miss Elliot's expression after the disaster, Stuart actually had a look of regret, as if he had missed something once in a lifetime.

...What a pity you are! You look like Che Guevara who attempted to steal a car. Did you know that?!

…………

"Miss, why don't you let him go back to the ship?"

After Stuart went up in advance to prepare hot water for the travelers who were arriving from afar, we got an opportunity to communicate alone with the sneaky-looking Miss Elliot.

"Tell me." I sat down on the chair again, leaned back, looked sideways at the other person, and adopted the posture I usually use during interrogations.

"Say...what..." Miss Elliot stammered.

I sighed slightly, "Stop it, Azu, there's a furniture city outside, and it's all Jackie Chan..."

As soon as these words came out, her irrefutable tone broke through her psychological defense line - although her psychological quality did not constitute much of a defense line.

Elliot said dejectedly: "Actually, I...forgot to bring something..."

"What?" I suddenly had a bad feeling.

Elliott whispered: "I forgot all the materials used for the interview on the South Island..."

I said disapprovingly: "Oh, didn't I just forget to bring the information? What's so shameful about this? Besides, you should read it once when you get it. You have a little memory of it, right?"

In the oral interview just now, she has already shown a very solid shorthand writing ability. She is also a formal reporter, so her mouth is not so fast that her brain can't keep up. Her only advantage is that she can run fast, right?

The young Miss Elliot bit her lower lip and struggled to utter a few words: "But I... really haven't read the information..."

Boss Dart frowned and said suspiciously: "Huh? As far as I know, the federal television station will hold a meeting to introduce information to the entire team before setting up an interview project. You shouldn't know nothing, right?"

The bad premonition is getting stronger. Could it be that there is something wrong with this person?

"Actually, I didn't pass the exam to become a full-time employee, and I'm still an intern reporter..."

Under the gaze of the two of us, Elliot looked sad, folding his arms and wanting to cry, "In the previous exam, I missed the meeting with the interviewee, and lost the opportunity to become a full-time employee... This opportunity is my friend who became a regular employee.

I got it from a scam, and I want to prove that I have the ability to conduct independent interviews as a reporter..."

"No, no, no... let me figure it out..."

I waved my hands in the air for a while, trying to clarify my thoughts, "You said before that the intern reporter who accompanied you was sick, so your fiancé accompanied you... So the truth is that you are the intern reporter, and the one who couldn't come because he was sick was

Official reporter…”

What a great trick of cheating and substituting. Such half-truths and half-false lies made it impossible for me to see any flaws in her business ability.

I asked with a toothache: "Then what you said about forgetting must have a hidden meaning, right? Otherwise, it's just that you forgot to bring a box, and you wouldn't be so nervous..."

Miss Elliott said quietly: "The official reporter is a good friend of mine. I just gave her some diarrhea medicine. She will recover in the next two days. My plan is to wait for her to come.

The victory was triumphant...but who knew something unexpected would happen..."

"You can really torment your best friend."

She cried sadly, "So I can't let Stuart know, because I'm afraid that if he contacts my friend alone, my lie to him will be exposed..."

Huh? Your fiancé has contacted your bestie alone, is this still a revelation? Is your train of thought a little off track?

Boss Dart looked at her in shock: "I wonder why you guys have been sitting here chatting for a long time without even a single topic... It turns out that you don't know anything except the name of the interviewee!"

Well, it turns out that "the famous Mr. Marcus" is such a "famous" person who doesn't know anything except his name...

"Boss, congratulations on getting two more customers, and you are also pleased to offer four sets of underground properties..."

In this wave, Boss Dart may become the biggest winner.

Seeing Boss Dart's snickering expression, I immediately stood up and approached Boss Dart, "But boss, where did you get the remaining room upstairs?"

I counted it on my fingers and showed it to Boss Dart.

"One room for Cliff and one for Kay. There are only two rooms in total, right? Whose room did Stuart go up to clean up?"

Boss Dart's expression was extremely shocked for a moment, as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue, and he looked at the two fingers I stretched out in disbelief.

That kind of unexpected emotion was already close to that of a person sitting in Chengdu, reporting sadly to Duke Xuande from Jingzhou, just saying "No way, my second brother is invincible in the world!"

...Don't forget it, boss, if you don't count the real estate we just dug out, you really only have two rooms here. Although you looked very handsome when you saved the house with your wit just now, the way you look like you have money but can't make it now is really very...
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