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Chapter 4
The real owner of the garden villa in Knightsbridge where Mary and the Thirty Knights lived was a Muslim named Fahd. He was very rich and bought this beautiful garden villa as a gift for Mary, and returned to Saudi Arabia, a Middle Eastern oil country. In the third year of Mary's settlement in London, Fahd parked several of his ships in the Thames, a houseboat district in the London canal, and started a houseboat business with several Arabs who accompanied him.
The working class in London flocked to it, and soon several Londoners moved into his houseboat and quickly plunged into the torrent of life. Ali is his houseboat cruiser, responsible for moving several houseboats every ten days or so. The Thames is always blocked by such houseboats. Ali struggles to find some popular docks, but he can always find an empty berth within 10 kilometers of London. He is a clear-headed Arab guy, tall and dark-skinned. Mary's knight Alexander is his favorite person because Alexander is a construction engineer. By chance, he hurriedly drew a freeze-frame picture of Ali steering the boat, and tore the sketch from the sketchbook and gave it to Ali.
Ali stared at himself on the paper and smiled, as if he had received attention and respect for his busy day. That was the most gratifying moment for him, so he ran up the stairs to the second floor of the houseboat and nailed the painting on the wall of his small bedroom.
Alexander turned around and left briskly, holding the drawing book under his arm, took out the car keys from his trouser pocket, and drove a brand new Rolls-Royce that he bought with his own money to The Ledbury Restaurant in Notting Hill for a cup of exquisite English afternoon tea. Mary had already been waiting there with the other two knights, Henry and Samuel. They occasionally looked at each other and affirmed each other with one or two phrases. It was a slightly mysterious afternoon. Alexander hugged Mary as soon as they met. Mary was wearing an English blue dress that day, and her hair was salty and wet, as if she had just been fished out of the bathtub. She was upset because she watched the BBC news. As soon as she saw Alexander, she said, "When I passed the bookstore street just now, a few Chinese students were pointing at me." "What did they say? My dear Miss Mary." Alexander just landed on his butt and looked at the top of Mary's head with interest.
"They said I was a princess, a member of the royal family, and I never interacted with the Chinese." Alexander, Henry and Samuel were in the same circle and had a very close relationship. Alexander had a long beard and always liked to poke Mary with his stubble when he hugged her, and Mary would avoid him because she was ticklish.
However, Henry and Samuel were both regular people who shaved their beards frequently because women liked the smell of shaving water on their chins, and it was sexy.
However, Alexander was sexy in another way. He was actually very young, and his stubble was also neatly trimmed, slightly yellow and curly, making him look like a pale goat.
Where to go next? They all aimed at Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese, a pub on Fleet Street, where they met several of the most popular writers in the UK. Henry and Samuel were the center of this circle, and they all called Mary "the heart of London", "her heartbeat was like the sound of Big Ben ringing" and so on. Henry contributed to both The Times and The Guardian, while Samuel was a real writer, a master novelist who wrote the best-selling series "Mary Trilogy" with Mary as the protagonist, including "Mary Will You Marry Me?", "I Discovered Mary's Secret", and "Record of Mary's Dreams", and won the "British Booker Prize". Mary was no ordinary person either, she was already an important member of the board of directors of the "Royal Society of Literature".