CEO Overlord Love: Contract Lover

"It's me, sir." Mengyao squeezed out a standard smile and looked at the man.

"Oh my god! Honorable lady, why did you come to such a ghostly place?" The man asked in disbelief.

"It's not convenient to talk about it here. I wonder if I can enter the house?"

"Of course, ma'am!" The man turned sideways quickly, beckoning her to go in.

Mengyao didn't think much, she pulled Pooh and walked in.

"Ma'am, you can call me Gordon." Gordon said politely behind her.

"Hello, Mr. Gordon." Mengyao turned to look at him and smiled.

Gordon leaned over to return the salute, and then his eyes drifted to the black baby in Pooh's arms.

"My God, ma'am, where did you get this kind of dog?" Gordon asked her in disbelief.

Mengyao paused, then explained: "I picked it up on the way."

"Oh, ma'am, you are so kind. What's the use of picking up this kind of dog thing? The few bastards born in my manor were all fed to the dogs, saving my food from being wasted!" Gordon said with a look on his face. Said contemptuously.

She is not from Europe and America, but she also knows that people in Europe and America have always discriminated against black people.

Especially those older generations with conservative thinking have always regarded black people as creatures lower than dogs.

She doesn't have this kind of thinking, but at the moment she is under the fence, it is not easy to refute other people's views.

"Mr. Gordon, let's stop talking about this, how about talking about other things?" She changed the subject and said to Gordon.

"That's right, ma'am! It's not worth wasting our time with this kind of dog! I'll have someone take him out and chop him up to feed the dogs!" Gordon said fiercely, and turned around and leaned out. He went out the door, intending to call someone in.

"Sir, there's no need. I'm just trying to find someone to play with for my daughter, so let him stay!" Mengyao hurriedly stopped.

Although it was impossible for her to treat that child as her own, even if she could escape, she would still be sent to an orphanage for disposal.

But feeding it to dogs is too inhumane, right?

.....

"Oh, ma'am, since you're so persistent, I won't say anything." Gordon nodded in agreement, then pointed in the direction of the tea table, motioning for her to come over and sit down.

Mengyao was afraid that Gordon would be angry when he saw the black baby, so she let Pooh stand where she was, and walked towards the tea table by herself.

The decoration here is very simple, and the tea table is also very dilapidated, you can barely sit on it.

"Mrs. Fidel, I don't know how you came to this place?" Gordon poured her a glass of water and handed it to her.

Although Mengyao was very thirsty, she followed the etiquette and drank in small sips.

After taking two or three sips, she put down the water glass, and then replied with a smile: "Mr. Gordon, this matter is really absurd, I hope you won't laugh."

"Why, madam, I have always respected you very much!"

Mengyao took a deep breath, and then continued to tell Gorden the whole incident.

After Gordon heard this, his expression was filled with anger and disbelief.

"Oh my God, ma'am, I never imagined that you have been wronged so much!"

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Gordon, the only person who can help me now is you!" Mengyao looked at Gordon closely with eager eyes.

Gordon sighed, and replied helplessly: "Ma'am, I want to help you, but you know there are wars everywhere now, I have been doing business here for more than ten years, and they are willing to let me pass the customs and go back to the two places, but you ..."

When Mengyao heard this, her complexion instantly sank.

"Madam, although you have a noble status, who will respect you in such a wild place? If I take you away, those officers and soldiers will definitely not let you go!" Gordon shook his head helplessly.

Meng Yao lowered her eyes and thought for a few seconds, and she also understood the truth.

Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs, so what if she is more powerful in England?

Not an ordinary woman here?

"Madam, to be honest, I have to leave here now. After all, the war will inevitably end here. I am planning to leave early tomorrow morning!"

"What? You're leaving here. What about these black slaves? And this manor?"

"Oh, ma'am! Let's just let all these dogs die, don't care! As for the manor, I'm really sorry, after all, it's my source of income, but in this situation, of course, life-saving is the most important thing." !"

Mengyao thought for a few seconds, and then a thought came to her. She quickly asked Gordon: "Then what do you mean, you don't want this manor and these black slaves anymore?"

"Yes, I don't want it anymore, what's the matter, ma'am?" Gordon asked her in confusion.

"Then give me these black slaves and the manor. Since you can't take me away, how about letting me stay here?"

"What? Ma'am, do you want to stay here?" Gurden's expression was in disbelief.

"Mr. Gurdon, didn't you say that there are wars everywhere now, and I can't escape at all? Then since escaping is dead, why don't you stay here and find a way to return to England after the war is over?"

"Here," Gordon looked at her hesitantly, and then agreed, "Well then, ma'am, this manor is my gift to you!"

"Thank you, Mr. Gordon, if I can return to England in my lifetime, I will never forget your kindness today!"

"Mrs. Fidel, why are you being so polite? They are just coffee trees with meager profits and some black slaves!" Gordon replied modestly, but his heart was full of joy.

How could it be that Mengyao didn't know what he was thinking, and continued: "Mr. Gordon, it's always too slim to put hope on the truce, why don't I write a few letters and you take them to England, maybe someone will Come save me?"

"Oh, ma'am, that's really a good idea!" Gordon agreed quickly.

"Then can you lend me some paper and pen?" Mengyao asked him with a satisfied smile.

"Of course, ma'am!" Gordon quickly agreed, stood up from the stool, went to the moldy locker to find some old paper and a pen.

"Here, ma'am!" Gordon respectfully placed the pen and paper in front of Mengyao's desk.

Mengyao smiled and nodded, then opened the pen and began to write.

She wrote many letters for help, some to her employees.

Some were written to powerful friends.

Some were written to the police department, all kinds.

In the end, she handed more than a dozen densely written letters into Gordon's hands.

"Mr. Gordon, I'm sorry to trouble you." She looked at Gordon cautiously and told him.

"That's for sure, ma'am!" Gordon answered hastily, taking her letter with both hands respectfully.

How could he not pay attention to his own future?

If he could curry favor with such an aristocrat, he would earn more money than he would grow coffee here for ten lifetimes!

Mengyao nodded reassuringly, and then asked him: "Mr. Gordon, can you tell me about the situation of this manor? How many black slaves are there, and their working hours on weekdays?"

Gordon thought for a while, and then said all he knew: "I don't remember how many black slaves there were. I bought 500 at the beginning, and then killed more than 100 and escaped dozens. There are only about 300 left."

"As for their working hours, oh ma'am, as long as you need them, you can ask them to serve you 24 hours a day. Those dogs don't need to rest at all!"