Chapter 208: Chapter 208: Master Jing Sends White Cloth, Arriving at F Continent
"Okay," the man responded with a hint of worry in his voice, "Do you want to go down and meet them?"
Ever since they announced to the outside world that the Manor Master was ill, several other factions had come to take a look, except for the Poppy Estate, which hadn’t made a move at all.
But now they have suddenly visited, and they might not have good intentions.
Lowe frowned, contemplating deeply, "No need, since I’m sick, this time they’re probably just going through the motions."
That’s the end of it.
"Kai Qiu, you know how to handle it without me teaching you, right?"
The man nodded, "By the way, Manor Master, there are rumors that Emma White is heading to the F Continent."
Upon hearing this.
Lowe waved his hand to dismiss him and sat alone in the room deep in thought.
He had been sending people to find Emma White, and the last time he even offered an astronomical consultation fee but was refused. Now, she enters the F Continent uninvited.
Yet.
His charming almond eyes slightly narrowed, since she’s here, might as well invite her over for a visit.
...
Kai Qiu just descended the stairs and saw a man lounging on the sofa with a half mask, leisurely enjoying a drink.
His footsteps halted slightly, and he plastered a fake smile as he walked over.
"What brings the Poppy Manor Master here today with such great interest?"
As he spoke, he picked a place he considered safe to sit down.
Jacob Jordan scoffed at his forced calmness, "I heard that your Manor Master’s condition isn’t good, so we specially came to show concern."
I don’t believe a word of it.
Kai Qiu’s eyelids twitched; everyone in the F Continent knew that from the Manor Master to the security guards, the Poppy Estate people were ruthless and all-around psychopaths.
The fact they weren’t stabbing you in the back is already something.
As for concern, such a concept doesn’t exist for them.
Kai Qiu held back his thoughts, chuckling dryly, "Sorry, our Manor Master’s current condition isn’t suitable for meeting people."
"Hmm," Julian Sia put down the cup, his fingers rubbing against his thumb, his voice husky and a bit dangerous, "Not suitable to meet people, then it seems like preparing a piece of white cloth is in order."
White cloth, what does that mean?
Kai Qiu scratched his nose, "I’m not quite sure what you mean by that."
"What our lord means is if you’re not meeting anyone, we might as well cover him with a white cloth and send him off."
With that said.
Kai Qiu’s expression immediately turned unpleasant, forcing a smile, "There’s no need for that just yet."
Damn.
The Poppy Estate people really do speak as suffocatingly as the Manor Master said.
It was clear to everyone that his remark was simply a polite way of asking them to leave, yet the person before him not only played the game unconventionally but also outright cursed their Manor Master to death.
Just then.
Charles Jordan pretended to understand, "Stop pretending, everyone knows the Iris Manor Master has little time left, rest assured, we’ll send a grand gift then."
Kai Qiu wasn’t stupid; he sensed the underlying meaning in Charles Jordan’s words and his expression became subtle.
Do they know something?
"Jacob Jordan," Julian Sia stood up lazily, casting a meaningful glance upstairs, and said nonchalantly, "Send the item over later."
After seeing them off, Kai Qiu finally sighed in relief, noticing only then that his back was drenched.
No wonder the rumors say that just seeing the Manor Master of the Poppy Estate is enough to invoke fear, even without him speaking.
Very soon.
Jacob Jordan had someone send over an item, and Kai Qiu dared not open it himself, instead bringing it directly upstairs.
"You’re saying this is from them." Lowe extinguished the half-burned cigarette in his hand, his fingers slowly sliding over the box.
"Yes," Kai Qiu nodded, "I have a feeling they might know."
Lowe’s eyes narrowed, and he smiled lightly, "With our kind of trickery, it’s normal for them to know."
In the entire F Continent, there’s nothing that one doesn’t know, but since he didn’t expose them, he likely just wants to watch the show.
Click.
The dark clasp of the box opened, revealing neatly folded white cloth inside.
Upon seeing this, Kai Qiu’s mouth twitched; they really ’say it and do it.’
Caught off guard by the sight of it, Lowe’s expression morphed into one of astonishment, soon darkening.
Is this a warning?
...
Claire Green had just exited the helipad when an unexpected call came through on her phone.
Her eyebrows raised; without thinking, she knew it was Victoria Windsor who had informed them.
As soon as she answered, a familiar boisterous voice came through.
"Sis, you came to the F Continent without telling me."
Rubbing her ear, Claire Green’s tone was light and teasing, "Aren’t you hiding from Julian Sia? If I told you, you’d just run away following me, right?"
After all, she had intercepted her brother’s goods twice, tagging along with him would be revealing her cover.
Drake White grinned at this, "That was before. Now, with you here, what’s there to hide?"
J is his sister, all things considered, he’s basically Julian Sia’s brother-in-law.
"So you mean to use me for your own safety."
"No, do I look like that kind of person?" Drake White said sheepishly, rubbing his nose, "Have you arrived yet? I’ll come pick you up."
After hanging up, Drake White rubbed his chin with a sly smile.
He’s really curious to see Julian Sia’s reaction when he learns about the girl’s hidden identity; it must be quite entertaining.
...
Drake White, driving enthusiastically to the helipad, was momentarily stunned when he saw the girl lounging there.
Previously, he’d only seen J in men’s clothing, arguably just a tad more handsome than him, but now seeing her in women’s clothing, he suddenly felt the surrounding scenery pale in comparison.
No wonder she managed to make Julian Sia’s stoic nature bloom.
Four words suddenly popped into his mind—It really was a huge loss.
"B-big sis," Drake White felt nervous for the first time, starting to stutter.
Claire Green stood up, her gaze leisurely resting on him, her voice lazy, "Let’s go."
"Ah, okay," Drake White nodded dumbly.
Inside the car.
The girl slightly bent her long legs, resting her cold, white hand on her chin, looking out the window disinterestedly.
Seeing her profile through the rearview mirror, Drake White thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "Nether Lord said you have some matters to handle this time in the F Continent. Need me to send people to accompany you?"
"No need," shifting to a more comfortable position, Claire Green raised her chin, "Tell me about the power dynamics in the F Continent."
Though she’s investigated these factions, Drake White, always in and out of the F Continent, might have clearer insights on some things.
Hearing this.
Drake White promptly began his briefing, "Although F Continent is independent, it hasn’t involved itself in international matters, for example, the Mandrake where Victoria Windsor’s father is imprisoned is an international prison.
Besides Mandrake, the major forces in the F Continent also name their estates after flowers...
Among the factions I mentioned, only the leader of the Poppy Estate always wears a mask to appear in public, and no one has seen his true face, but his methods are the harshest, and one could say no one in the F Continent dares to offend him..."
Poppy, huh?
Claire Green touched her palm, the corner of her red lips curled, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Coincidentally, the only information she managed to gather tidbits about was this one.
But.
Which faction is her brother among?
She’s genuinely curious!