Chapter 87 Agatha

Passing through the manor, under the guidance of two maids, Lorne came to the main hall.

At this time, there was a fat man who was eating non-stop in the hall. Next to him was a tall beauty with lavender hair who was wearing a gorgeous blue dress and was looking at him with disgust.

"Agatha, Fat Tiger. Arriving so soon?" Lorne casually took off the black priest's robe and hung it on the hanger. Then I found a comfortable position and lay down on the soft sofa.

This sofa was covered with a piece of white tiger skin. When Lorne went to the next country to deal with some matters, he happened to meet a fierce tiger that had been domineering in their country for a long time.

Then he took care of it, and the tiger skin was the spoils of that time.

"It's not that you seldom come to the house, boss. We rushed over after we heard about the boss." Agatha, the purple-haired beauty, said sadly, and then picked up the cigarette that Lorne put on the table, looking after herself ignite.

The flaming red lips that swallowed smoke looked even more alluring.

"How many times have I told you, girls don't smoke! I lose my taste!" Fat Tiger protested holding up the food in his hand.

However, the purple-haired beauty Agatha ignored Fat Tiger, turned around and sat beside Lorne, and asked with concern.

"I heard that someone attacked you just now, how are you, are you injured?"

Agatha didn't seem to care about her identity at all, she rubbed against Lorne's arm with her softness.

"Don't be like this." Lorne pushed Agatha away, then ignored her resentment, stood up and straightened his clothes.

The two attendants pulled up the well-tied drunk man and threw him on the ground. After taking off his blindfold, the drunk man squinted his eyes somewhat unaccustomed to the dazzling light in the hall.

"Is this the one who attacked the boss?" Agatha joked, closing her slender legs. She didn't mind her boss Lorne taking advantage, but if this kind of scum saw something she shouldn't see, it would also make her feel sick.

"I'll leave it to you, solve it quickly," Lorne said. "I'm going to the "back room" to have a look"

"Leave it to others." Agatha blinked. "After all, they are professionals!"

"Ouch, ooh." The drunk opened his eyes, and what came into view was a pair of charming long legs. He secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then looked along these long legs, which happened to be the same as Agatha's. His eyes met with a trace of emotion.

Cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"You can recognize me, it seems that you are still sober." Agatha said indifferently. "Then tell me, who sent you?"

"I don't know anything, I'm just drunk." When the drunk saw Agatha, he was already half-sober, and he screamed secretly.

He knew Agatha's name!

This delicate little beauty is a celebrity in the upper class, and also an underground boss who controls more than one third of Adela's wine business!

She and Khalil are the two pillars that Lorne helped to support his underworld empire!

And the underworld bosses in Adela's local area were afraid of Lorne, a new star rising like a comet, and even let go of their gaps, and joined forces to deal with Lorne.

Some people even secretly called Lorne and his gang the Sopranos. Because they are cruel and cruel. A born king of the underworld!

"I, I, I'm just drunk!" The drunk man said in fear, and seeing Lorne standing aside, he hugged Lorne's leg tightly. Weeping bitterly. "Merciful Father Wayne! I really didn't mean it, please forgive me."

"Hey." Agatha sighed. If this was outside, the boss might still take care of his own image and be lenient to this person, but now he is at home.

"Father Wayne, I... Ah!" The drunk man wanted to say something more, but Lorne stepped on his hand.

"Who allowed you to hold mine?" Lorne said indifferently. Then he squatted down gently and helped the drunk man up. "You are a child of God. You were only bewitched by the devil to stab me with the dagger of sin. As long as you speak the name of the devil, both God and I will forgive you."

At this time, Lorne's tone was still kind, with a faint smile on his face. But in the eyes of the drunk, it is very scary.

"No! You're just pretending! You're not a benevolent priest at all! You're a devil!" The drunk man yelled, turned around and tried to escape, but was subdued by two followers.

"It seems that your heart has been completely corrupted by demons." Lorne shook his head helplessly and said regretfully. "Take him to the 'baptismal room' and give him a good 'baptism'."

The entourage then forcibly dragged him into the secret door regardless of the drunk's wailing. When the secret door gradually closed, Lorne felt a trace of despair and collapse in the drunk's wailing.

"It seems that his will is not firm." Lorne said, "The result will come out soon."

"It seems that your heart has been completely corrupted by demons." Agatha stood up, imitating Lorne's tone, and threw Lorne down on the sofa.

"Then you, the priest, are ready to accept the punishment of the devil!" Agatha lay on Lorne's chest, scratching wildly like a wild cat.

"Cough cough." A cough broke Agatha's banter, and the old butler Coffel stood upright, walking over with afternoon tea in one hand.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Lord Agatha." Kofir put the well-made teacup in front of several people, "but it's time for the young master's afternoon tea."

"I'd like a cup of Wincomona black tea with a teaspoon of milk, thank you." Agatha said angrily, and then sat on the sofa, restoring her ladylike image.

"Bring me a new set of clothes." Lorne looked at the lip marks on his white shirt and said helplessly to Kofir.

"Why do you dislike me so much! Am I so ugly?" Seeing this scene, Agatha protested.

"That's not true, but I have to go back to church later, it's not good to be seen by Ariel."

"Hmph! I really don't know what's so good about that chick. She wears a bishop's uniform all day long and covers her face. Does Boss Lorne like this? Uniform temptation?"

At this moment Agatha suddenly became awkward. "Boss Lorne, in fact, he also..."

"Stop, stop." Lorne interrupted the topic, and if the conversation continued like this, the book would not be far from being sealed.

"Oh," said Agatha disappointedly. "If that little girl, Ariel, can't satisfy the boss, you can come to me anytime!"

"..."

"So lively?" At this time, the door slowly opened, and a bald-headed, strong man walked in.

And a servant also hurried out from the secret door.

"Report to the boss! The results of the interrogation are out!"

There will be another chapter later.