It turned out that Becca's fall into the lake was not an accident at all, but a deliberate attempt by the two sisters to frame her.
If she didn't know what was going on that day, she just took off her clothes and jumped into the lake to save Becca, everyone would definitely think that she pushed Becca into the lake.
At that time, she couldn't wash it even if she jumped into the Yellow River.
Kelly, she's vicious.
A hint of hatred grew on Ciel's feeble, pale face.
She bit her lip and clenched the silver coin in her right palm, thinking about it with determination.
She must take revenge The next day at noon.
Ciel was walking down a cobblestone path lined with roses on both sides of the estate, turning his head to look sneakily left and right as he went.
She eventually stopped by a gardener who was building a flower branch.
"Hey."
She patted the gardener on the shoulder.
"Hell hell" The gardener was so frightened that the scissors in his hand fell to the ground, and it was a long time before he turned his head to look at Ciel with a pale face.
Cill laughed, "I'm not a ghost, I'm an angel." ” The gardener accused her, "My God, don't you know that people are scared to death, by the way, where are you responsible, how come I have never seen you" "Well, I'm new here, and I'm in charge of taking care of Miss Becca."
"Oh, that's right.
Then what is the matter with you coming to me," the gardener said, clasping his hands on his chest in self-preservation, and looked at Cill and said warningly, "I tell you, you better not think too badly of me, I already have a girlfriend." ” “” The ghost thinks very much about him.
Cyr's mind was speechless.
She cleared her throat and said, "I'm not here to woo you, I'm here to ask how many days off you have a month as a servant." ” She had to go home on her day off and plan a way to get revenge on Kelly.
The gardener was surprised, "Didn't the director tell you when you came in, every servant here has four days off a month, and if you want to have a holiday, go to the supervisor two days in advance to say hello." ” "Oh yes."
Cill nodded.
Then she's going to take a leave of absence now.
"Then I'll go to the director now, goodbye."
Ciel turned to leave, but the gardener stopped her.
"Hey, wait."
"What's the matter?"
said Ciel, turning back to the gardener.
The gardener pointed to her hair, "God, you have a leaf in your hair." ” "Is it?"
Cill raised her hand and pounced on her head to get the leaf down, but she couldn't get the leaf anywhere with both hands.
The gardener, who had obsessive-compulsive disorder, couldn't stand it, so he raised his hand to help Cill get the leaves off his hair.
"What are you doing here?"
No sooner had the gardener's hand been placed on Ciel's head than a cold, magnetic male voice came from ahead.
Both Ciel and the gardener were startled, and turned to look in the direction of the sound, and found him standing on the cobblestone road in front of him with Becca in his hands, looking at them with a condensed face.
Becca looked up at her father and said "I know I know dad, they're in a relationship" After a moment of Becca's words, the smile on her little face turned sullen.
Did she say the wrong thing?
Why did Dad's expression seem to be angry, angry?
It's weird, adult.
Sil was stunned, and quickly explained, "I'm not in a relationship with him, I'm just asking him about the rest of the holiday." ” "Excuse me," he sneered, his gaze falling on her white clothes.
"Ask about the holiday, you need to ask him to reach out and touch your head, you are disheveled." oshow7 t1706231537: