Super Rich Detective System

Eps. 137 Spent the Night

The invited guests are now gathered in a villa that has been provided previously by Mr. Noel, a luxury villa of course in the Brisago Islands.

It is not difficult to buy one or more of these luxury villas for Mr. Noel with his many successful businesses. Maybe buying this island can do it too, if he wants to.

“It's a pity that outside is still drizzling, otherwise I'll be out for a while,” said Mr Fisher, staring out the window.

Outside it is still drizzling. So it is not possible to get out. Plus it's night. They came out of schedule due to a storm earlier.

“Looks like the weather can't be predicted, here,” said Mr. Archer, the person near the window.

“Sorry, Mister all made you feel uneasy on the way here. You should enjoy dinner first, then rest. Tomorrow morning the event will begin,” said Mr. Noel at length to give a speech.

“Yeah, whereas before the break I want to travel around for a while to see this area,” complained someone disappointed.

“That's not what Mr. Noire, outside is still drizzling. There is still plenty of time tomorrow and the day after tomorrow to enjoy the time here,” he said, entertaining.

Mr. Noire merely commented a small smile, responding to it.

Some people who have not eaten dinner immediately go to the banquet table where there has been served a lot of luxury food of course.

“Steak this can warm the body in this cold night,” murmured someone, enjoy one of the dishes menu.

“Master wants to eat what, I'll get it for you,” Stuart told his boss.

“Just bring me the most luxurious menu here,” Detective Darcy replied, while putting both hands in his pants pocket because there is no work.

“Ya, Mr.”

Stuart then immediately went to a table to pick up a menu of fancy food. It turns out that there is Leo, who has enjoyed the food first and may even be almost finished.

“Ck! Move you, I'll grab a meal. You're in my way!” hardik Stuart, staring at Leo.

It turns out that the temperament of superiors and subordinates is the same, it makes no difference.

“You're the one that bothers me. Take yes take it no need to wear a push-drive event all. There are many paths you can take. Or if you need to look to another table, which is still a lot of dishes,” circus Leo chimed.

At least it didn't move from its place. Purposefully. He didn't want to give in to Stuart, because the man, if he was loved, would take a heart. Shitty right? It's like Detective Darcy's attitude.

“Yes, Mister. You'd better grab it at the table over there just here almost out,” someone's light, by pointing to another table.

Forced Stuart to leave, after he saw that the menu there was almost exhausted. If it was just him and Leo, then he would have beaten Leo.

Detective Carl, he only drinks orange juice. It felt like his stomach was a little nauseous after getting off the ship. That's why he's damped with orange juice.

“I hope the day after tomorrow when I come home later, not me nahkodanya,” lamented, hoping.

Honestly, he was tired of driving the ship. Besides, I can't enjoy the time. But he was so surprised, why could his grandfather used to be so excited when working?

“So please, maybe I should just take a break. Your shoulder is still stiff.”

When Detective Carl leaves the dinner area, he heads to the rest that someone has provided to stop his steps.

“Detective, still this afternoon where to go?”

“Oh, Mr. Alberto. I'm going to the room to rest,” he said, stopping for a while.

“Don't go first, Detective. Don't you want to enjoy super wine here? It's a pity to miss it, persuade it, find a drinking buddy.

Because at that time the others were still eating.

“Sorry Mr. Alberto, I can't accompany you to drink this time, maybe tomorrow,” subtly refuse.

Actually because he had previously drank orange juice and of course the danger if he drank wine afterwards, because it would be arsenic substances that would poison his body. And he doesn't want that.

Mr. Alberto was disappointed, seeing Detective Carl's passing back, into a room.

***

Just an hour into the bed, Detective Carl is forced to wake up when he hears a noise from outside.

Akhs! Someone shouted.

Prangs! Shortly after, the glass fell.

“What is this really?!”

Detective Carl opened his eyes. But the place is currently pitch-black.