The Governor Daniel of He Fangdao sat in his office, looking at the news from the intelligence department in his hand with a puzzled look.

"What do these guys who have tricks in their minds want to do?"

Not only where, the believers of the God of Light in the North Sea have all changed. It seems that something big is about to happen.

"It's not that they've been quiet for a few years, and they're planning to start a war with the Ftan Clan again? Damn it."

When Daniel thought of this possibility, he suddenly had a headache. If these two religions fight, the water in the entire North Sea will be muddy, and the layout he has formulated will be completely disrupted.

"Cruff." A handsome young man walked in from outside, his son Jack.

"What are you busy with recently?"

"I told you." Jack said, lying on the sofa next to him.

"You are going to take the group of people from the Seventh Division of the General Police Department?"

Jack showed a hint of contempt on his face, "I don't want those people. My father, you're afraid you don't know. Some people rely on their ancestors as descendants of islanders who dare to hang up a name to get paid. I guess they haven't even touched the relics. What they need is a brand new seventh place."

Daniel's expression became solemn. "It's true that he should move. He Fang's seventh strength must return to the peak. I will issue a decree later. There is no discussion on this matter. Who dares to stop him, no matter who is in the background, pull it out!"

Jack knew that his father was going to be serious this time. The last incident really made him feel embarrassed. He actually made a woman play them around, which made the other governors use their Cavendish family as a joke.

"What's the matter if you call me here? I'll go back first if there's nothing to do. I still have a lot of things to be busy with."

Daniel closed his expression on his face, coughed awkwardly, and said, "Put the things in his hand first, I'll call you here because I want you to tell your sister about that."

Jack stared at his maximum eyes, "Why did I say?"

"You are his brother."

"You are seeing your daughter ignore you and let me be this black face again, right? My respected father."

Daniel grabbed the bronze cannon barrel sculpture next to him and threw it directly over. "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and go for me!"

With a buzzing sound, Jack directly caught the micro bronze tube weighing dozens of pounds with one hand. "My father, you owe me this time."

When he arrived at the garden outside, Jack picked one and took it in his hand, and walked towards his sister's room.

Stopped the maid who opened her mouth to remind her at the door, Jack directly pushed the door and walked in.

"Brother, are you doing something?" Margaret panickedly put some paper into the drawer, turned around and looked at the brother who was walking over.

"This is where I have chosen to find the most beautiful flower. Only such flowers are worthy of my princess of our Cavendish family."

"You're here again. You picked this flower in the garden, right?" Margaret looked disgusted.

Jack stretched out his finger and the flower penetrated Margaret's ear. "It's really my sister, I'm just smart. I'll come and tell you something, where will the governor's son of Mochen Island come tomorrow, and whether you want to meet him? I remember you had a good time playing with him when you were a child."

Margaret angrily picked the flowers on her head, "It must be my father who asked you to come again, right? I have said enough, I don't want to see them!"

Jack looked at his sister's angry eyes, and he quickly leaned over, hugged her shoulder lightly and said, "Don't be angry with me, that old man forced me over, I can't do anything."

"Go out quickly, I don't want to talk to you now." Margaret turned her head aside.

"Don't worry, sister, I'm actually from your side." Jack, who smiled, pushed his shoulders.

"real?"

"Of course it's true. Actually, what's wrong with you? I've heard of it for a long time. Isn't it just a matter of men and women? Let me think of a solution for you. Do you like that man very much?"

"What are you talking about?" The girl lowered her head shyly.

"What a shame, do you want me to help you?"

Margaret, whose face became redder and red, kneaded the hem of her skirt and said in a mosquito-like voice: "Well..."

Jack let go of his hand and pretended to be thinking in the room and turned around a few times. "I'll come up with a few ways for you to see which one is the most suitable. The first one is to let him marry into our family and help us grow Cavendish together. If you agree, I'll persuade my father."

"No, Mr. Charles won't agree."

"The second thing, you put him down and wait until he has occupied an island, and then let him go where to marry you."

"When will you have to wait... How dangerous it is." Margaret's face was full of reluctance.

"The third thing, I'll send someone to catch him, keep him in a room, tie him up and let you play casually. When you get tired of playing, you won't like him so much."

"Peng!" Margaret, who had a flushed face, raised the thick book and slapped Jack hard. "Get out of here!!"

"It's okay, the women of our Cavendish family, let alone playing with a man, you can just play a few more, and there will still be people queuing up to marry you."

More books were thrown over, and Jack, who was smirking, dodged and retreated outside.

Looking at the hippie brother at the door, Margaret sat down and turned around with her back. Her eyes couldn't help but turn red. "Liar! You're just teasing me!"

Looking at his sister's back, Jack took back the smile on his face. He took out a cigar from his pocket and held it in his mouth and lit it with a lighter.

"Don't smoke here!!"

As the flames shone, the white smoke enveloped Jack's face.

"Margaret, you are already 17, and you should grow up. You can be protected so well. It is not that the world is so beautiful, but that your father keeps those dirty things out, and you should think about it for your father."

Looking at the silent sister, Jack continued, "Do you know how much profit did you lose because of your willfulness last time? If the status of the Cavendish family was taken away by others, your bullshit Captain Charles would not pay attention to you at all."

Margaret wanted to refute, but her brother's unfamiliar tone made her a little scared.

"Sister, abandon those unrealistic fantasies and think carefully about what the governor's daughter should do. Only by helping her father consolidate the position of governor can you always be the pearl of Ho Fang Island."

When Margaret, whose eyebrows drooped, could not smell the smoke, she slowly turned around and found that her brother had long disappeared.

The girl took out a piece of paper from the drawer, and there was a lifelike portrait of Charles, which she secretly asked the painter to help her draw.

She looked at the portrait, with a drooping corner of her mouth and a very aggrieved expression.
Chapter completed!