Operation Red Book

Chapter 316 Dinner at McMillan Manor 1

Time soon came to Sunday night, and the dinner at McMillan Manor was held as scheduled.

McMillan Manor has not changed much from before, except that the camellias have fallen and the roses have withered, and all that can be seen is the green swaying quietly in the darkness.

Fortunately, the lights that never go out all night make up for the regrets of midsummer. The manor is bustling with activity, and the carriages coming and going are more numerous than flowing water.

The scale of the dinner was very grand. Not only dignitaries from all walks of life, but also many authoritative media reporters entered the manor.

What's more, several members of the royal family also arrived at the scene in several royal carriages trimmed with gold, and were solemnly invited into the mansion amid exclamations.

Perhaps it was because of the nature of the dinner - it was a charity dinner hosted by Mrs. Emerson to raise funds for the reconstruction of the Florence Welfare Home.

Perhaps it is also because Mrs. Emerson has become popular again. Recently, Mrs. Emerson has once again made the front page news of major media. From the upper class to the middle class, everyone on the streets and alleys praised Mrs. Emerson's magnanimity and kindness.

Mrs. Emerson became even more popular as a result, and as her popularity grew, she returned to the top of high society.

People love to admire people who are admired by "everyone", even though they don't know that person at all, let alone have never seen him, they don't even know whether Emerson's first letter is A, E or I.

It doesn’t matter. Living in a society as uneventful as that of the 19th century, lively and exciting dances are the best way to pass the time.

The huge mansion was packed with people. The music was playing, the dance was going on, the drinks were flowing, and the sounds of laughter and conversation seemed to be breaking through the roof.

"Come on, take the plate..."

A short man with a big belly and a tall, skinny man walked into the hall one after another from the basement kitchen.

The short man had a big beard that completely hid the lower half of his face.

The tall man wore black-framed glasses that obscured most of the upper half of his face.

"Remember, we are new servants loaned from Johnson Manor."

The short man's voice was a little strange, like the meow of an old cat and also like a black boy whose voice was about to change.

"Do you really have to dress like this? Ivy-san..."

"Tsk! What do you want from me? This place is full of Europeans with high brow bones and double eyelids. If there are Asians among them, it will be obvious at a glance!"

Ivy angrily patted her "big belly", where a large cotton pillow was placed.

"I, I mean, you seem to be more conspicuous like this..."

"Shut up! We're lucky to have managed to get in. Fortunately, Jessica and Dorothy are willing to help us, otherwise we wouldn't be able to get close to the fence five kilometers away!"

"oh oh……"

"Okay, stay here and don't run around. I'm going to see Mrs. Emerson..."

"Student Ivy, is this method really feasible?"

Joshua blinked, his eyes behind the thick glasses revealing thick dullness and hesitation.

"Of course!"

Ivy stroked the flaxen curly hair soothingly, and her tone softened.

"It's just a crude trick of the 21st century, but this is the society of 200 years ago. To be honest, we are much more cunning than these old antiques, aren't we?"

Ivy blinked, her black eyes gleaming with cleverness.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, a feeling of dragging rose from the tuxedo behind her all the way to Ivy's forehead.

She dropped her lips, turned her head in confusion, and then lowered her head.

A little boy, with his missing front teeth, was looking at Ivy with a smile.

"What's up, kid?"

"Sister! Can you teach me to speak Chinese?"

The child's words came out like thunder, and Ivy and Joshua were instantly panicked.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

"Oh oh oh oh-"

"My sister is over there... um..."

Ivy quickly covered the child's mouth and lifted up his entire body.

"Go! Go! Go..."

Ivy hurriedly ran in the direction the child's finger was pointing, and Joshua behind her stood there for a few seconds before he followed.

"Hands down... is this it?"

Turning a corner, Ivy and the child came to a dark corridor.

The noisy crowd slowly faded away behind me, and the quiet night became even quieter amid the buzzing of cicadas.

Ivy put the child down and bent over, panting.

It took Joshua a long time to stagger into the darkness, and when he stopped he leaned against the wall and gasped for breath.

The child stood quietly beside Ivy's thighs, giggling at the two distracted looks.

"Whose child is this? He can see through my disguise at a glance..."

Ivy slowly squatted down in front of the child, looking at the child with curious eyes.

The child was wearing a silky satin dress, her champagne blonde hair was locked tightly behind her head with gel, and her blue-purple eyes were like crystals hidden in the rocks.

The more I watch it, the more familiar it becomes. It seems to be a gender-swapped version…

"You're Xiao Ben!"

Ivy's eyes suddenly widened. She pinched Goodwin's little son's cute face in surprise, and her joy was beyond words.

"Hello Miss Ivy!"

Ben's mouth widened even more. He gave Ivy a kiss on the hand in a gentlemanly manner, and also gave Joshua, who looked confused, a brief handshake.

"If you were here, then Christine..."

Ivy straightened up like an owl and quickly turned her head to look behind her according to her vague intuition.

"Ms. Ivy..."

A familiar voice came from the blue sky in the darkness, like a clear spring, like warm water...