(However, Julie is not a fuel-efficient lamp. She pretended to be in a state of shaky nirvana, and even glanced at Faylan weakly.
Want to take advantage of Allen's compassion? There's no way
Xin, who had hooked up with many men before, saw through Julie's wishful thinking at a glance, and took the initiative to support her and said: "Oh, Angela, what's wrong with you? Do you want to call the doctor Ao?"
Feilun also stepped forward, held Julie's other arm, and said with rare concern: "Ji'an, are you okay?"
Julie stared at Feilun without saying a word, just shook her head slightly, and her body froze when she appeared on the other side, thinking to herself: Okay, Angela, you bastard, "Ji'an" is the nickname your mother gave you.
, you actually let Faerun call you that?
After calming down a little, Julie stood firm and said worriedly: "Alan, my Michelle..."
At this moment, Milo, the annoying "poodle", came over again and said: "Miss Zhuli, you seem to be concerned about someone's safety? You can ask our police for help!"
Zhu Li didn't speak when she heard this, but turned her head to look at Faylan beside her. Unknowingly, she had regarded Faylan as the only person she could rely on in this dangerous party.
However, Feilun concealed some key details of his previous judgment and told it truthfully.
As an old detective, Milo had the same idea as Phelan as soon as he heard it. This murder case was by no means as simple as it seemed, and Julie's friend Michelle was likely to be a key figure in the case.
Of course, he is just a key middleman, a small person who can easily be silenced.
"Ms. Zhu Li, please don't worry, I will try my best to contact your friends!" After saying this, regardless of whether Zhu Li agreed or not, Milo walked to the side and made a phone call.
Zhu Li raised her eyebrows, and when she looked at Feilun again, she found that he was also looking at her: "Sometimes, the police are more professional when it comes to finding people!"
Julie couldn't help but smile, and was about to say something, but there was a clear stinging pain on her arm, and then she just heard: "Oh, I'm sorry Angela, did I scratch you? I think my nails may be too long.
a little!"
Glancing at the red mark less than half an inch long on her forearm, Julie felt extremely unhappy, but she still maintained her grace and said, "It's okay!"
Fearon said, "If your nails are too long, cut them shorter. This will carry fewer bacteria and is good for your health!"
Now he doesn't dare to contradict Feilun. Hearing this, he can only respond obediently: "Oh!"
Julie snickered in her heart when she saw this, but she was very curious about how this extremely powerful young lady could obey Fei Lun's words. If he knew what she was thinking at this moment, he would definitely be extremely disdainful. If you have the ability, you can win in bed.
Let's talk about Faerun
At this time, Milo came back with a rather ugly expression: "I'm sorry, Ms. Julie, I have just confirmed that your friend Michelle was killed in her residence in New York..."
"Oh, my God!" Julie exclaimed and covered her face with her hands in disbelief.
She was stunned for a moment. No matter how crazy she was, she realized that someone was targeting the Skull and Bones Society. Once cases like today happened one after another, no one could predict what kind of chaos the United States would be in.
Among the people present, Feilun was the only one who was a bit gloating: "Haha, Milo, I think it's time to show off my skills, but before investigating, you should use your connections in the fuck to check it out and see.
Are there any similar cases happening in other states in the United States?”
This seemed to be a joke to teach him how to do things, but Milo jumped up in shock. He felt that the problem now was not to find similar cases or merge cases, but to immediately notify the Skull and Bones Society and let their members
be safe
Of course, the poodle would not report this idea to Faylan. In fact, Fayon had already thought of this, and he also believed that the murderer must have thought of this too.
Fearon is not thinking about how many members of the Skull and Bones Society have died. Instead, he is thinking about why the murderer targeted the Skull and Bones Society if he knew it was not easy to mess with. What's the point of doing this? Or what big benefits can he get?
?
Of course, until there is no further information, it is not certain that Nite's case is a case only against him. However, Michelle's death almost overturned this point.
Milo, reminded by Feren, reported the situation here to the F-force headquarters, and the order he received was quite magical: "Identify the authenticity of the certificates, record the valid certificates of each guest attending the meeting, and then let them go back."
!”
Thinking about every word of the order, Milo's heart suddenly skipped a beat. It seemed that Feren had guessed it. In all likelihood, other members of the Skull and Bones Society had been assassinated. He even doubted if Feren was the one from the beginning.
Know this news, or be deeply involved in this matter
However, Milo could only resolutely carry out the order from the summit, and quickly conveyed the order. The police officers scattered throughout the manor were busy again.
Fortunately, the busyness this time was not as chaotic as before. Most of the guests cooperated and showed their valid IDs. Even those who did not bring IDs had their friends who were traveling with them vouching for it... After a while, we came.
The people who attended the party dispersed, leaving only a mess.
Seeing that the lawn around the swimming pool was worse than a virgin who had just been fucked by seventeen or eight black men, Reilberg could only smile bitterly and shake his head. Abramov, who had not yet left, comforted him with a few words and chased the two of them holding hands.
The big beauties slowly fell in the last place and Feren went.
When they came to the parking place, most of the luxury cars were already driving. Seeing the Lamborghini, the knowledgeable Julie felt even bigger ripples in her heart. After all, there are only dozens of Lamborghini Phantom GTRs in the world, and she has not yet inherited them.
It is impossible for the current eldest daughter, who only relies on her own hard work to earn money from her family, to afford this car.
In other words, this car either belongs to Phelan or is rented. Of course, even if it is rented, people with Phantom GTR may not be willing to rent it. Julie is more inclined to believe that the car belongs to Phelan himself. But the problem is that he is not a policeman.
Huh? How can a policeman who lives on his salary afford such a luxury car?
After thinking about it, Julie still didn't inquire about Feilun's net worth randomly. Instead, she led him to her Beijie and invited him: "Want to come and sit at my house?"
Now I really wanted to answer for him, but I didn't have the courage. I could only look at Feilun nervously. Fortunately, Feilun was just as he said, not interested in married women: "Let's wait for another day, what you need now"
It’s a break!”
Julie was startled for a moment, her red lips curled up in a very seductive way, and she said reluctantly: "So you can see that I need to rest, how about you drive me home?"
"You have a beautiful idea!" Xian's little mouth couldn't help but burst out these words.
Hearing this, Julie showed a winner's smile, opened the car door and got into the driver's seat of Beijie, made a goodbye gesture to Feren, and said proudly: "Alan, since Paris disagrees.
, then I will go back by myself!" As she said that, before she could recover, she had already started the car and sped away.
Feilun was also a little surprised, and then he patted Xian's butt and said with a smile: "Julie is a very smart woman. It seems that you have to be careful not to get into trouble when dealing with her in the future!"
Xianque said: "I won't bother to pay attention to her from now on!" Then he looked at Feilun resentfully and begged: "Can you just ignore her from now on?"
"Crack!"
Feilun slapped her hard on her buttocks, which made her whole body feel weak. She leaned into his arms with a squeak, and then said: "You are the one who brought me to the party today, okay?"
"
"Then I will never bring you here again. I will keep a close eye on you. It's best to hide you!" Xian said with charming eyes.
Feilun smiled evilly and said, "How can you, a girl, hide me? Believe it or not, I'll make you unable to get out of bed for three days. Let's see what you do then?" With that, he picked Xian up in his arms and said,
After turning around a few times, she came to the Lamborghini, opened the door with her feet, and put her on the passenger seat.
The handsome face with her butt firmly connected to the seat was a little flushed, and she patted her towering chest. She was about to talk to Ferran, but she found Abramov leaning over, so she had to adjust her clothes reluctantly.
Fearon had already noticed Abramov and didn't want to talk to him, but this guy came straight over, so he had to turn around and lean against the car door, saying: "Jack, this is the party you asked me to attend. I didn't pick up anyone."
, and got into trouble!"
Abramov was a little embarrassed when he heard this, but his reputation as the "godfather of lobbying" was not for nothing. He immediately laughed and said: "You have a big beauty by your side and you still want to pick up girls? Believe it or not, girls are big-eared.
Slap you?"
Feilun's eyes widened, he raised his right hand and said, "I'll slap you first, believe it or not?"
Abramov pretended to dodge and shouted: "Don't worry, I didn't expect a murder to happen tonight..."
Seeing that he surrendered, Feilun waved his hand casually and said: "Okay, okay, stop joking, tell me what you want to do with me!"
"It's still about the investment in Berg's movie..."
As soon as Abramov started talking, Ferran made a stop gesture: "Let's wait until today's case settles down! Do you know who the deceased is?"
"You're a graduate student at Yale University, Berg told me!" Abramov said in shock.
"Yale University is Yale University, but he got into 322, so do you think I can invest in Reilberg's movie?" After saying this, Ferran got into the car, started the fire and left.
"322? Skull and Bones?" Abramov couldn't wait any longer. He ran all the way back to his car, started the ignition and looked for the number in his cell phone.
After the car sped onto the road, the phone was connected. Abramov didn't wait for the person on the other end of the phone to speak, and said first: "Hey, Newton, it's me..."