Henna lies like a gecko on the shell-shaped roof, and the side doors entering and exiting the backstage are below. They can't be seen from her perspective, but with just a turn over, you can easily get in.

Five minutes ago, she watched the pilot enter the backstage through the door, and then waited here, waiting for the door to open again without any haste.

Soon, she heard a squeak, and a man dressed in a servant squeezed out from inside with something in his hand.

Before the man could completely separate from the door, Henna had already turned over and jumped up and crawled into the gap between the servant and the door lintel like a fish.

There was another servant in the door holding a heavy object.

Henna, who encountered an accident, did not show any panic of the accident. She threw out the hook before landing. Her slender legs were stretched straight and gently tapped on the holder of a servant in the latter position. She raised her body against the trend, climbed over the door lintel and rushed to the beam of the room.

"Down and down!"

The latter servant screamed, the former servant turned around with a smile, and carefully held the latter one's holding object with his shoulders.

"Can you still be useless? You can't even move things well. Be careful that the patriarch will drive you back to Boston."

The latter poked his head out from behind the holding object, his face full of gratitude and guilt: "Do... talk too much, who knew that such a gust of wind would emerge when the door was opened, and almost blow the box down."

"Wind?" The previous one thought for a long time, "Ah, it seemed that it was blowing from my forehead and didn't blow at all. Could it be God's blessing?"

"God is so open and honest, it must be the devil who will be so sneaky."

"Go, do you also believe that the patriarch will summon the devil?"

"Who knows..."

Henna ran like a cat on the spider-web-like beam, and there was a busy backstage under her feet. The high ceremonial of the emcee had become vague and vague here through layers of curtains.

This is originally the feature of the echo wall. Unlike the all-round amplification effect of later speakers, the principle of the echo wall is to concentrate the divergent sound, and the volume on the side and back will not increase, but will only weaken.

Henna soon ran through the open area of ​​the backstage, but could not find the pilot. The unchecked part was the separate room directly behind the stage.

It was a very strange room with a square cut-off passage. Judging from the structure of the roof, it should be located just north of the central axis of the main venue, which is the shortest place in the entire building.

It is very sturdy, and it is not at the load-bearing point, but Henna saw steel and rivets on its columns and external beams, which was like building a bunker at the end of the venue.

It has a door that connects to the backstage, the only door is tightly closed, and people come and go outside, obviously not suitable for diving in like the previous side door.

Henna thought for a while, started quickly and walked around the other side of the backstage, took advantage of the no one paying attention to the door and sneaked out, then rushed up to the roof, and ran to the corresponding position to the closed room.

There is a row of windows, facing the sea and beach not far away, with picturesque scenery and wide views.

Henna discovered for the first time that the auction main venue was so close to the sea, about 500 meters, and the location was basically built on the northern edge of the jungle in the heart of the island, not the center of the island on the map of the Morgan Chamber of Commerce.

It is the dense jungle and winding road that twist people's sense of distance and direction. If there is any other reason, it is that the pier around the island makes people subconsciously think that the Morgan Chamber of Commerce has developed all the beaches, but they did not expect that they left themselves the most beautiful scenery.

Henna lay down and carefully checked the seams of the wooden roof, and soon found a gap that could be pried open, pulled out the flying knife, and gently lifted it.

There is a hollow inner partition below the roof, and a thin layer of heat-insulating and sound-insulating cork, and the cork layer and iron plates with unknown depth are taken out.

The iron plates seem to be arranged independently, and there is no gap in the iron plate splicing in the skylight opened by Henna. If you want to find it on a larger scale, she has to tear off more roofs...

"I hope you can hear it..." Looking at the bright sun hanging high in the sky, Henna lay down and pressed her ears tightly on the iron plate.

...

The room was in a mess.

Paper, pen, ink, stamps, and scattered dresses, men's, women's, black, and red.

Susan Morgan lay naked on the empty desk. The sun shone through the large windows to the ground to illuminate the sweat stains on her body, exposing the redness after orgasm, reflecting the beautiful rays of the rays.

Suddenly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly: "Would you like to say goodbye again? Brother."

"It's just that there's something to do." The pilot tightened the cuffs of his shirt and said, "You should know the commotion just now."

"Is it the commotion worth 23,800 pounds?" Susan opened her eyes and her face flushed. "President Drake is worthy of being the richest businessman under the age of thirty today, spending money like soil. I saw the order for entrusting the quotation, and the charm of that stroke is really..."

"That's why you suddenly called me over." The pilot looked expressionless, "Lorraine Drake has aroused your pain. Do you need to have diarrhea?"

"My dear brother is jealous!" Susan smiled charmingly, sat up with a smile, caressed her belly, and showed her proud figure without caring. "You are jealous. Even if you know that no matter how good a man is, he is just a plaything to me. I only want my brother's children, I just want Morgan and Morgan to give birth to a new Morgan."

"Arsace Morgan has died long ago, just one month before the death of the predecessor of the clan leader. In order to allow you to successfully inherit the position of the clan leader, he was killed." The pilot looked at Susan coldly, "Don't call me brother anymore, that would make me sick."

"But you also make me feel sick." The charming Susan turned into ice in a second. "If it weren't for my brother, you would be just a ball of inferiority and obedience. Get out and do your business and don't dirty my blanket."

Sudden silence.

The pilot did not make any more noise. He put on his clothes silently, opened the door silently, and walked out silently.

The door is closed.

Susan jumped off the desk, stepped on the soft carpet barefoot, and picked up a glowing button in the middle of a pile of debris.

That was the button on the men's shirt, the button on the pilot's clothes.

She held the buttons to her heart, squeezed them tightly, and fell to the ground little by little.

"You are still so obedient...brother."

"Every time, I am so obedient, approaching obediently, walking away obediently, and leaving without saying goodbye... You never say goodbye to me, like an ugly puppet."

"coward……"

Susan vomited suddenly, and vomited violently until she vomited everything in her stomach, leaving only stomach acid burning her throat.

A fire burned in her heart.

She stood up with a smile, she shed tears, threw the buttons into the middle of the vomit, turned around and opened the door.

There was no trace of her body, but the men in the backstage ignored her and looked at her until she held someone waiting to follow her and took off his swallowtail.

"Burn everything in the study," she said. "Before noon, set up the new room."

The attendant put the swallowtail on her body with a pale face, closed her eyes tightly, and didn't even dare to raise her head.

"Yes, the patriarch." The attendant replied tremblingly, "Do you want someone to prepare a carriage?"

"No need." Susan's eyes remained motionless as if she was dead. "I'm almost suffocating and want to walk back by myself."

"Send the patriarch to the patriarch..."
Chapter completed!