Hotel on the mountain

Chapter 142 (Title cannot be modified)

Selina's marriage is tied to national events, and Jetro doesn't know how to answer her question. This woman is looking for a chance to resist fate with her tearful eyes. Maybe she wants to live in a mountain hotel or the New World, and use the vast sea to block the fact of marriage.

And Jetro couldn't help but ask himself, can he make a promise to her? Can he guarantee that she can live safely in the New World? Jetro thought deeply again, does he like Selina?

The answer is yes. Jetro looked at Selena's soft golden hair sliding down from her delicate cheeks and sighed, who wouldn't like her? She is dignified and beautiful, kind and generous, and can be clever and playful when necessary. She is also a princess of the royal family. God has given her many beautiful things in a woman. Who wouldn't like her? There were also some happy stories between them.

But maybe, Jetro felt in his heart that he only treated Selena from the perspective of appreciating beauty. Otherwise, when he heard the news that Selena was getting married, he would have been sad instead of just a little sad.

Selena Alexander saw Jetro meditating on the spot, her eyes dimmed suddenly, and she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers, and said calmly: "Let's go."

She passed by Jetro's side and walked on the boardwalk with clattering footsteps, wanting to leave here.

"Selena, is it too late for me to answer now?" Jetro's voice sounded behind her, which made her pause for a moment. The two stood with their backs to each other, the sunlight shining in from outside the hole, at this time It was also transferred to the two of them.

"It took you five steps before I could think of an answer."

Jetro turned around, looked at Selena's back and said——

"I think you should not sacrifice your life's happiness for a higher cause. This will not be a good story. If it is recorded in history, future generations will not like to hear your tragic ending. Celine Na, I want to help you."

The sun is shining brightly.

Regardless of whether the result can be changed or not, Selena seems to be very happy. What she wants may not be a promise, but maybe an attitude. The dead fish on the river were taken into the water, and some big fish were actively cleaning up the food residues.

"Let's go." Jetro walked towards Selina. He walked in front and led the way for Selina. "I will go to Raphael and talk to him. Didn't he say that he wanted free love? Maybe I could try to talk him out of it."

"In that case, my father will betroth me to another nobleman of Boyero." Selina smiled self-deprecatingly, and then her smile turned into a sincere smile, "Yetro, I am already very happy. Yes, really." Selina followed him and whispered, "I'm really glad to hear that someone wants to help me."

Jetro turned to look at her and said softly: "I will try my best. Let's talk to Rafael calmly."

Selina stopped talking. She looked at Jetro with a novel look, and followed him silently, enjoying this fleeting sense of security.

When Jetro returned to the hotel, North Noah and his butler Crystal were waiting outside the Central Suite No. 3 with solemn expressions. Jetro invited them in, and there were only two people in the room, namely him, Mengzhi, and the Noah family.

"Did something happen?" Jetro saw their faces were heavy, and the words "It's a big deal" were written on their foreheads.

North didn't say anything. He put his hand on his forehead helplessly on the armrest. The old housekeeper Crystal said: "I wonder if Mr. Jetro has heard of 'Raphael St. Rigo'." This name.”

"I know." Jetro spread his hands, "He is currently Princess Selina's marriage partner and is on vacation here."

"When Noah was not yet fourteen years old, I took him to the Boyero Empire and met Raphael." Crystal's tone was calm, "Raphael is a wanton person. And he has a certain fondness for men.”

Hearing this, Jetro couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He thought of the scene of Raphael chatting with him enthusiastically when he first arrived, and how he ran into the room to find him early in the morning, so he adjusted himself awkwardly. Sit down and allow yourself to listen carefully.

"Master Noah was molested by Raphael at that time." The old butler Kester paused, "But fortunately, there were no bad consequences."

"So, you met him here?" Jetro asked North Noah aloud.

The boy who was only fourteen years old showed the helplessness a child should have at this time, but when Jetro looked over, North resumed his superior posture, put his hands on the chair, and clicked nod.

"Crystal, let me tell you."

Crystal took two respectful steps back before North continued, "I met him at the hot springs."

"Yeah." Jetro responded and motioned for North to continue.

"He wanted me to go to the hot springs with him, but I didn't agree. So, he came over and pulled my clothes."

"I didn't expect him to be such a person." Jetro frowned in displeasure. He really couldn't see that Raphael was so bold in public.

For the next words, North prepared himself mentally, moved his jaw, and finally said, "I kept the Emperor's Covenant close to me, and when Raphael pulled my clothes, it fell out."

Jetro stood up in shock and looked at North with horrified eyes.

"Raphael picked it up." North's tone was also a little frightened, "I don't know if he saw anything, but - but, he read out the name of the "Emperor's Convention", and, the two of us 's name.

Jetro's eyes slowly moved from North to his desktop. He saw the neatly arranged ink quills, paper office documents, etc., and his body slowly collapsed and leaned back on the chair. .

Many thoughts rushed out of Yetro's mind. He rested his head on the table with his hands, scratched his scalp, and finally twisted his hands into a ball, exhaled a big breath, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you sure he saw something, right?"

North thought for a moment and nodded affirmatively.

"He must die." North Noah pointed out this thought that had been lingering in his heart for thousands of times. "Mr. Jetro, Raphael must die."

Jetro glanced at North's face and said after a moment: "Die here with me?"

"Yetro, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't expect him to tear my clothes off like that." North's blond slanted bangs rested on his eyebrows, and his eyes were a little cold, "But he must Death. As long as there is a little bit of news, we are both finished."

Jetro was silent. The old butler Crystal stood up again: "Lord Jetro, you can completely let me handle the matter. I will handle it well - before he spreads the news."

Jetro rubbed his temples: "You guys go out first and let me think about it."

Things had reached this point, and the two members of the Noah family were embarrassed to press any further. They exited the room and closed the door. As the room door closed with a "bang", Jetro finally couldn't control his temper. He slammed the table and violently swung everything on the table out, in pieces. The ink spilled on the clean paper and stained the wood-scented floor.

Jetro didn't understand why it was like this. He told Selina that he planned to have a friendly talk with Raphael. And now, Jetro stared at the ink slowly flowing on the ground - he must make an unfriendly plan.