Trafford's Trading Club

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup Editor: DesTheSloth

A room for resting wasn’t enough for accommodating all the guests— and without doubt, these guests seemed unwilling to stay in the same room with too many counterparts.

However the good news was that this manor was spacious enough to give one room for each guest.

“Is it necessary to do so…”

Vicar stretched out his hand and tried to pull Vera, who was staying at the doorway, back—though he knew that the success rate almost equaled to zero.

She was an adventurous woman by nature… With a sentence he learned from some eastern country website, it was ‘Like seeking death’.

Obviously, Vera pushed open the door as if she didn’t hear it… Vicar suddenly became extremely nervous.

“What’s the matter?”

A man outside the door said fishily, “Miss, the auction hasn’t started yet. Just tell me if you need any help.”

Vera smiled faintly, getting close to the man, finger hooked her collar and pulled it down slightly, “It seems something bit me here, is there any strange insect in your manor? Can you help me take a look?”

“Miss, we don’t have such things.” The man looked steadily forward, “If you really need this service, I think your partner in your room may help you.”

Vera praised him immediately, “You’re really a good man, I am starting to be fond of you… Well, fine.”

As finishing the words, Vera shrugged, turning about and going back to the room.

When the door was closed, the doorman turned about and looked at the corridor outside the room indifferently— but at the moment, he heard a slight click.

However, before he reacted, he felt his throat being pierced by something and became dizzy just in the blink of an eye. He had no time to even say a word, before closing his eyes and collapsing down on the ground.

After that, the door opened again. Vera quickly looked around, dragging him into the room directly, and saying, “A good man always suffers losses. I gave you chance to take advantage of me, but you didn’t.”

‘That’s all because you have flat chest!!!’

Vicar looked at the ceiling but didn’t reveal his inner thoughts.

“Don’t be in a daze, put on his clothes quickly.” Vera looked up to Vicar, who was out of form.

Soon, Vicar, in that man’s clothes, wanted to sneak out, but was pushed by Vera, staggering out of the door.

At the same time, Vera had already changed a full set of leather clothing. She patted Vicar’s shoulder, “Find ways to delay the time when the auction starts.”

Vicar showed her a crying face, “Dear Miss Vera, don’t you think the manor guards will recognize me as an outsider?”

“That’s your business.” Vera pinched Vicar’s cheeks and shook her head slightly, “Otherwise why am paying you such a high salary each month? Keeping several girlfriends would be better than feeding a you who like other men, right?”

“This is discrimination!!! I request an increase in my wages!!”

“Be careful.”

Vera said in a soft voice, taking a deep breath and wore a clown hood before opening the corridor window and jumping out soon.

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“Clown?”

Urey frowned in his own room, as watching the matter happened in some corridor of the manor… Then, he looked at the guy oddly, who was sitting on the opposite couch.

He wore a clown mask as well.

For some unknown reason, Urey found out since he held a post as the owner of the manor—there was a screen in the former owner’s room, which could reveal every corner of the manor in it.

Urey didn’t even know how many hidden cameras had been installed in the manor. The only thought of him was that the former owner, who was also the real successor of the Typica Family, might be a voyeur.

“Oh, is this man the real F&C?” Urey frowned, “Is it a woman? How could she get here?”

“Someone framed F&C about the theft of the world famous painting, so he obviously won’t regard it as if nothing happened. Isn’t it normal? Luo Qiu said indifferently.

Urey grind his teeth, suddenly squinted his eyes and gazed at the man in front, who gave but deprived him of everything, saying insidiously, “I prepared a good show for you and I don’t want anyone to screw it up.”

“Do you want to deal with her?” Boss Luo suddenly asked.

“Is there any problem?” Urey inquired lightly.

Luo Qiu smiled and said, “No problem… However, what about letting me do it? I’ll try not to have her screw up your show.”

“Oh? Does the mysterious club boss have an interest in the Ms. Clown?” Urey asked calmly.

While the servant girl asked back in the same manner, “Do Mr. Urey think that we could only serve you? You shouldn’t forget that we’ve given you what you want…”

Her eyes turned bitter cold, saying slowly, “Now, we are probably your creditors.”

“Whatever.” Urey shook his head.

He dared not to stare at the two by instinct. He stood up and said hurriedly, “I’m going to prepare it, make yourselves at home.”

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“How are things going on your side?”

Vera lowered her head and said to the microphone fixed on her collar, as sneaking up in the manor.

“It’s okay… no one’s coming yet. What about yours?”

“I’m okay, I’ve memorized the route of this area since the last time I had a trial run of it.” Vera said happily, “Keep in touch.”

She turned off the communication equipment, clambering up the corridor’s arch expertly, and avoided a maid who was going about with an item.

It was a good experience— each time when walking in a dangerous place alone and facing such an environment, the heartbeat, crisis awareness and the sense of nervousness along with excitement motivated by the secretion of epinephrine had her feel fascinated and hard to extract herself from.

If someone became a thief due to kleptomania, she might be part of them.

But Vera kept turning over around here.

Each cell in her body now seemed like urging her to act quickly. The hot feeling inside the hood gave her a comfortable orgasm-like sense.

It was so wonderful.

She walked swiftly in this manor as per her memory… walking, but suddenly stopped.

She had to stop because she felt she went down a wrong way— the scene in front of her seemed to be slightly different from her memory.

She shouldn’t be in this place!

What was wrong? Vera couldn’t help recalling carefully of the route she went through just now— but no matter how she thought about it, she couldn’t find anything wrong.

This made her feel uncomfortable. Vera stuck her body on the wall subconsciously, looking around carefully, rather than taking action immediately.

This place was the exterior corridor of the second floor, one could view the courtyard in the center benefit by the ring design—but nobody walked by the four sides of the corridors.

Suddenly, she felt she was dragged from the back… Did she drop into the wall?

At the moment she was about to fall, both her hands supported her body on the ground, trying to adjust to it; however, she found it was not a wall; instead, at that moment, it was a door being opened.

Wait, was she just leaning against the door instead of a wall?

Clap clap clap.

But soon she heard the sound of clapping… and a voice as well, “Good job.”

Vera suddenly turned around.

She knelt down by one knee, one hand pressed the floor, with the other one lift up—this was the right posture for adjusting her body after falling down.

“Well, that looks very cool as well.”

“It’s you!”

She couldn’t stop crying in a low voice— it was the freak she met in the last auction.

Clown and clown.