"Grandpa, we are going back." The girl sat on the luxurious and spacious sofa, curling her chestnut hair with her slender white fingers, her red lips slightly parted.
The grandfather she was talking about was the Count of Antvia in France. He was the head of the largest family in France. His financial resources and influence were unrivaled by anyone in France. Ten years ago, he secretly visited the UK, but at the airport on his way back
He met three lonely, cold and arrogant girls. The words they told him still clearly linger in his ears -
"I have no family, they abandoned me, I will take revenge."
"So what if I have a home? It's so filthy."
"I have a family, but I haven't been able to enjoy the warmth since I was born."
A few words actually made him think of taking them back to France for adoption. In fact, it was not a thought, but in fact he did it. He blocked the news and devoted himself to cultivating them into talents. His son and wife were both there
He was killed in a car accident and passed away early. He had only one grandson to accompany him. The loneliness was unspeakable. However, after the arrival of these three girls, they brought him infinite happiness and satisfaction. Therefore,
He has always regarded them as the apple of his eye and tried his best to protect them.
"Xiao Xun, have you thought clearly?" Antvia did not stop the girl in front of him. Because he knew that the matter of those three girls would have to be faced by themselves one day. Moreover, even if he wanted to stop it,
, according to the temperament of these three girls, it is also in vain.
"Well, it's been ten years, and now the time is ripe." The girl stood up, with an indifferent tone, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her. Her green eyes were filled with many complex emotions that were difficult to guess.
Her beautiful goddess-like face is cold and arrogant, with a firmness that no one can move.
"Grandpa, I've told you many times not to call me 'Xiaoxun', it's so disgusting!" In fact, this mask can be broken, at least for some important people in life, right?
"Haha, Xiaoyi is still in Japan, and Han is also in Vienna. Are you sure you want to go back alone?" Antvia raised an old naughty smile and put her hands behind her back.
Ivan, the steward of Antvia & Tarnow Castle, was covering his mouth and snickering. Ever since the three young ladies came here, they have often seen the master doing these childish actions.
"I have informed them a long time ago," Yi Shixun couldn't help but continue, "I just need to inform you, Grandpa." That is to say, kill first and report later.
"Then, be careful." Uncharacteristically, Antvia put away her joking face and replaced it with seriousness.
"We know how to do it. Grandpa, please take care of yourself." After saying that, he turned to the housekeeper beside him and said, "Uncle Ivan, I'll leave it to you, grandpa."
"I will. Miss, walk slowly." The butler bowed slightly.
Then, Yi Shixun picked up her limited edition handbag, bowed politely to Antvia and the housekeeper, and walked out of the room.
Butler Ivan brought a cup of tea to Antvia and said, "Master, do you need to send someone to secretly protect the ladies?"
Antvia thought for a moment and said, "No need for now." Because he knew that those three girls were capable enough.
"But if anything happens over there, they must report it to me."
"Yes, sir."
ps: Yi Shixun is Wanyan Anqian. He changed his name because he didn’t want to have anything to do with the Wanyan family. But the names of Wu Huanluo and Cang Nai Xuhan remained the same.