Chapter 151 The Cavendish Family

Sitting in his office, Daniel, the governor of Hefang Island, looked at the news from the intelligence department with a puzzled expression.

"What do these fools with brains want to do?"

Not only where, but also the believers of the Guangming God Sect in the North Sea region have changed. It seems that something big is about to happen.

"Could it be that after a few years of silence, they plan to start a war with the Fortan Sect again? Damn it."

The thought of this possibility gave Daniel a headache. If the two religions fought, the water in the entire North Sea would be muddied, and the layout he had made would be completely disrupted.

"Crunch." A handsome young man came in from the outside, it was his son Jack.

"What have you been up to lately?"

"I told you." Jack said and lay down on the sofa next to him.

"Are you going to take the group of people from the Seventh Division of the Police Headquarters?"

There was a trace of contempt on Jack's face, "I don't want those people, my lord father, I'm afraid you don't know that some people dare to pretend to be paid by claiming that their ancestors are descendants of the islanders. It is estimated that they have never even touched the relics, what He Fang needs is a brand new seventh place."

Daniel's expression became serious. "It's time to make a move. He Fang's seventh strength must return to its peak. I will issue a decree later. This matter has not been discussed. Whoever dares to stop him, no matter who his backer is, pull them all out!"

Jack knew that his father was going to be serious this time. What happened last time really made him very embarrassed. He actually let a woman play around with them, which made other governors regard their Cavendish family as a joke.

"Why did you call me here? I have nothing to do. I'll go back first. I still have a lot of things to do."

Daniel put away the expression on his face, coughed a little awkwardly, and said, "Put what's in your hand away first, I called you over, because I want you to tell your sister about that."

Jack stared wide-eyed, "Why am I the one who said it?"

"You are his brother."

"Are you seeing your daughter ignore you and let me be the black face? My respected father."

Daniel grabbed the bronze gun barrel sculpture next to it and threw it directly. "Don't talk nonsense to me, go to me quickly!"

With a buzzing sound, the miniature bronze tube weighing dozens of kilograms was directly caught by Jack with one hand. "Father, you owe me this time."

When he came to the garden outside, Jack picked a flower in his hand and walked towards his sister's room.

Stopping the maid who opened her mouth to remind at the door, Jack opened the door and walked in.

"Brother, what do you want?" Margaret put some papers into the drawer in a panic, and turned to look at her brother who was coming.

"This is the most beautiful flower I have found through thousands of choices. Only this kind of flower is worthy of my princess of our Cavendish family."

"You're doing this again. Did you pick this flower in the garden?" Margaret looked disgusted.

Jack stretched out his finger, and the flower stuck in Margaret's ear. "As expected of my sister, she is smart. I came here and wanted to tell you one thing. Where will the governor's son of Mochen Island come tomorrow? Do you want to meet him? I remember you had a good time playing with him when you were young .”

Margaret picked off the flowers on her head angrily, "Father must have called you over again, right? I've said enough, I don't want to see them!!"

Jack looked at his sister's angry eyes, he quickly leaned over, put his arms around her shoulder and said, "Don't be angry with me, that old man forced me to come here, and I can't help it."

"Get out, I don't want to talk to you now." Margaret turned her head aside.

"Don't worry, sister, I'm actually on your side." A smiling Jack pushed his shoulders.

"real?"

"Of course it's true. In fact, I've heard about your crap. Isn't it just about men and women? Let me figure out a way for you. Do you like that man very much?"

"What are you talking about?" The girl lowered her head shyly.

"Why are you ashamed, do you want me to help you?"

Margaret, whose face was getting redder and redder, kneaded the hem of her skirt, and said in a mosquito-like voice, "Um..."

Jack let go of his hand, and turned around the room a few times pretending to be thinking. "I'll come up with a few methods for you. You can see which one is the most suitable. The first one is to let him join our family and help us grow Cavendish together. If you agree, I will persuade my father. "

"No, Mr. Charles won't agree."

"Then the second rule, you put him down, and when he occupies and owns an island, where can he go to marry you?"

"Then when will we wait... let's talk about how dangerous it is." Margaret was full of reluctance.

"The third one, I'll send someone to catch him, keep him in a room, tie him up and let you play with him casually, and when you get tired of playing with him, you won't like him so much."

"Peng!" Margaret, blushing, raised a thick book and hit Jack hard. "Get out of here!!"

"It's okay, the women of our Cavendish family, don't talk about playing with a man, you can play with as many as you like, and there will still be people lining up to marry you."

More books were thrown over, and the giggling Jack backed away while dodging.

Looking at her brother with a hippie smile at the door, Margaret sat down angrily and turned her back. The eye sockets turned red involuntarily. "Liar! You are just kidding me!"

Looking at his sister's back, Jack withdrew the smile on his face. He took out a cigar from his pocket, put it in his mouth and lit it with a lighter.

"No smoking in my place!!"

White smoke enveloped Jack's face as the fire flared.

"Margaret, you are already 17, you should grow up too, you can be protected so well, it's not that the world is so beautiful, but that your father keeps those nasty things out, you have to think about your father think."

Looking at the silent sister, Jack continued: "Do you know how much profit was lost last time because of your willfulness, and the whole sea searched for you? If the status of the Cavendish family is taken away by others, your What kind of shit, Captain Charles, won't talk to you at all."

Margaret wanted to refute, but her brother's unfamiliar tone made her a little scared.

"Sister, abandon those unrealistic fantasies and think about what the governor's daughter should do. Only by helping your father consolidate the governor's position can you always be the pearl of He Fangdao."

When Margaret with drooping brows couldn't smell the smoke at all, she turned around slowly and found that her brother had long since disappeared.

The girl took out a piece of paper from the drawer, on which was a lifelike portrait of Charles, which she secretly asked an artist to paint.

She looked at the portrait, the corners of her mouth drooping, her expression very aggrieved.

"Why do I like a person, each of you won't let me be with him..."

Sorry, it's a bit late today, and thanks for the reward of Ai Novels Panda.