Trafford's Trading Club

By the way, this time he could show up in his identity of the club boss, without hiding his face.

After all, it was a masquerade ball... Boss Luo who was used to wear the clown mask had no interest in choosing other masks.

Though it was a ball, in fact, under the gaze of the workers of the ball, this banquet hall was unexpectedly desolate.

It wasn’t because of the lack of people. On the contrary, there were many people here, but few talked.

As if adhering to the customs, most of the guests here were silent.

Urey, whose first time here to this kind of banquet, also remained silent. He sat at the corner, asked for the bottle opener and drank without restraint by himself.

This behavior seemed unusual for this occasion, but for a few people recognizing the emblem of Typica’s Family were wondering which member this guy was in the family.

After Boss Luo had a glimpse, he moved his sight away from Urey and then shifted to the two waiters who were far apart but constantly looked at each other.

Luo Qiu felt, the connection between he and the police in this life would still last for a long time.

"Are you F&C?"

Suddenly, Luo Qiu heard someone say with a low voice.

A female voice.

This was enough to arouse the curiosity of Luo Qiu. He and You Ye shifted their sight back from the night view outside and found that it was a woman with a black dress. There was only her---apparently, she just said to Luo Qiu.

"Are you asking me?" Luo Qiu asked randomly.

Not only the black dress and the mask---even the lips were the color of the night. This woman seemed to emit a strong seductiveness.

From very early on, Luo Qiu, whose view was gradually sharpened beyond control, could easily notice that in the banquet hall, much of the guests’ sight fell on this woman secretly---or possibly on himself.

"Freedom and Clown, it always wears a clown mask when it appears every time." There was a sense of mockery in her saying, "Since this auction was held by F&C, wasn’t it the most reasonable thing that it would be here?"

"That makes sense." Luo Qiu nodded, and said curiously, "If I were, what would you do, Miss?"

The woman suddenly walked one step forward.

In a slow and tender manner.

Luo Qiu felt he had seen the second black swan in his life.

The woman finally almost leaned on his body. She held his neck in her arms. The distance between their lips was just the distance between two masks.

"If you were, I would like to know how you stole the painting, I heard..."

She knew how to control the speed of her speech, the pause was like seducing him---as if the attractiveness was within careful control on the romantic dancing floor, "It disappeared like a magic trick."

"Is there a way like this?" Luo Qiu said with surprise, "If so, I would like to see it."

"Really... If there is a chance." The blackness on her lips trembled but she let go of her hands and moved slowly down from Luo Qiu’s collar. She laughed lightly and said, "I think I shouldn’t interrupt you any more, or else..."

The woman leaned her head, looking at You Ye besides Luo Qiu and smiled, "It would be disrespectful to your partner."

But she didn’t know who the servant girl was.

The words didn’t irritate the servant girl; instead, she said teasingly, "Don’t worry. If this lady can please him, I will be happy as well."

This... This didn’t seem to be flattery or attack.

Under the black swan mask, Vera unexpectedly heard a sense of consent hidden in what she said.

Vera smiled, "You have pretty eyes, have I ever met you before?"

The light of the hall suddenly darkened and left only the spot in the most front---that was a stage.

The light was shining on a gorgeous lady---with a golden mask and red lips. She was hot enough to induce the bestial side of man hidden in the process of evolution.

Seemingly after long silence, the theme of the banquet finally started... But Vera now lost track of this couple.

She thought for a moment and laughed lightly.

Now Vicar came with two cups of champagne and gave her one, "Let’s return back to our seats and see what will happen."

Vera nodded, and randomly took a sip---but she suddenly felt uncomfortable and even frowned under the mask.

Seeing Vera suddenly stopped, Vicar asked curiously, "What happened?"

Vera shook her head, putting her palm besides her lips and spit out a thing at the size of a button.

Vicar was shocked, "Why did you swallow the tracer?"

Vera said indifferently, "This thing is what I just put on a person, and it then appeared in your champagne. Did you just encounter anyone?"

"Me?" Vicar was stunned, "I didn’t meet anyone on my way."

"Let’s go back to our seats." Vila didn’t say anything more, directly putting the button-sized thing under the collar of her dress.

Recalling the beautiful blue eyes, and also a man with a woman that gave people special feelings, Vera thought subconsciously, ’Could it be a coincidence?’

...

"I believe that everyone does not have the patience to wait any longer."

Anna said on the stage with smile---as she spoke, she clapped her hands several times.

At this moment, there were a bunch of people walking outside the banquet and requested the staff of the hotel to leave this room. They finally shut the door and guarded the doorway.

"Then, let’s see the only collection sold in this auction."

At the same time, two men were holding a box and walking to Anna.

Opening it.

And presenting it.

Soon, there was a continuous murmur from the hall.

Anna sensed it was about the time, so she continued saying, "We can promise the authenticity of this painting... If anyone doesn’t believe it, they can come and see but just keep some distance."

Unexpectedly, before she finished her sentence, there was a sound from the corner. Someone said with ease, "This painting is a fake!"