The Trafford Trading Club
Chapter 4112

Conspiracy

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After Graceful Beauty Palace finished selecting its candidates, the manager from the Imperial Palace hurriedly returned to the Imperial Palace with the batch of maids who had already been chosen.

"Someone will arrange things for you."

After saying that simply, the manager left directly... He soon returned to his small office and took out a specially made communicator.

--The people have been intercepted by Artesia's royal residence.

--No further contact.

After sending the message, the manager destroyed the communicator without a word.

He did not want to lose the position he had worked so hard to obtain today. Some things, even if he had been forced to do them once... could only ever be done once.

As for why the people had been taken away by someone from Artesia's royal residence, that was not something he should concern himself with... At this point, one wrong step could doom the Empire beyond redemption.

Compared to the extravagance of the entire royal court, the villa was relatively simple, but its security was certainly not lax... Still, Weiwei noticed that there truly were not many servants in the villa.

It felt like the villa had only just been put into use?

Who was this youngster, and why was he merely called Young Master instead of Your Highness?

However, seeing that conspicuous head of silver hair, Weiwei guessed that Young Master Wild was most likely not royalty... Or perhaps he was some royal family member's illegitimate child.

She quickly settled into the role of a maid, hoping that Young Master Wild would not be difficult to serve... But he looked like a half-grown child. The pure smile he wore while playing ancient video games suggested that he should be easy to get along with, right?

"Weiwei, can you do a backflip?"

"Ah?"

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