Nothing happened that night.
The next morning at nine o'clock sharp, Zhang Jing, dressed formally, went to visit Wen Li.
In the past, Zhang Jing would definitely have arrived before seven o'clock, not for anything else, but just to get a free breakfast.
Now he dared not. The owner of the Rose Winery, Palmer, died too horribly; it was said that after he was hanged, his tongue was hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
Even his nine-year-old illegitimate son wasn't spared.
Too horrible!
When Zhang Jing arrived, Wen Li was in the backyard, standing quietly in front of the crater left after the beech tree was knocked down. Unlike before, the manor was entirely guarded by men.
Today, two strong female guards were present, one over 1.8 meters tall, the other under 1.7 meters, both with b
