Wizard Earl

Chapter 778 Arbeloa (1)

"call!"

Arbeloa lit a cigarette and took a satisfying drag, savoring the wonderful sensation of nicotine. He then slowly exhaled a large, round smoke ring.

The effect of cigarettes on Arbeloa was obvious. After smoking one, Arbeloa, who had been somewhat impatient, relaxed completely, leaning back in the carriage with satisfaction, and puffing on the cigarette one after another.

After finishing his cigarette, Arbeloa seemed to remember something. He took a document from his briefcase and began to examine it. Although the light in the carriage was very dim, it didn't seem to bother Arbeloa much; he didn't put his gold-rimmed glasses back on…

After glancing at the documents in his hand for a while, Arbeloa sneered. He then muttered to himself, "Those old fogies of the Ferguson family, they really are hypocritical. They want to bring Connor Ferguson back as Earl Ferguson, but they also want to restrict him within the family. Don't they realize how many more years their family can last?"

"Sigh... the Ferguson family can't stay any longer. It's such a pity that they finally found a place to stay..."

After silently grumbling, Arbeloa took out another cigarette, lit it, and began to puff away. After smoking half of it, he seemed to have thought of something, and a faint smile appeared on his face. He then casually stubbed out the cigarette.

However, noticing the lingering cigarette smell on his body, Arbeloa frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, then opened the car window and looked around at both sides of the road. Seeing that there was no one else around except him and the coachman who was driving him, Arbeloa finally relaxed completely. He flicked his index finger lightly on himself, and a breeze blew through the carriage, carrying away most of the cigarette smell from Arbeloa.

Although most of the cigarette smell on his body had dissipated, Arbeloa still didn't seem very satisfied. He took out a small bottle of perfume from his briefcase and sprayed it evenly on his body. The fresh scent of the perfume immediately masked the lingering cigarette smell on Arbeloa.

After doing all this and no longer smelling cigarette smoke on himself, Arbeloa nodded in satisfaction. He then tossed his Glory brand cigarettes and lighter into his briefcase. Just as Arbeloa finished, the carriage stopped, and the coachman respectfully greeted Arbeloa inside, "Mr. Arbeloa, we've arrived at your home!"

Hearing the coachman's reminder, Arbeloa didn't speak, but simply coughed lightly to indicate that he understood. Then, carrying his briefcase, he stepped out of the carriage. Looking at his villa, a gentle smile appeared on Arbeloa's face. In a better mood, he casually said to the coachman:

"Bart, I've thought carefully about what you asked me for a few days ago. Although your brother GRIDCH has served two years in prison for fighting, he's still relatively well-behaved. I'll talk to the people below, and you can take him to the company warehouse to report in a few days!"

Upon hearing Arbeloa's words, the coachman, whom Arbeloa called Bart, was overjoyed and immediately thanked Arbeloa profusely, saying, "Thank you so much, Manager Arbeloa! You are a great benefactor to our whole family. Don't worry, my brother Gridman hasn't been fighting since he was released from prison. He will definitely work hard at the company warehouse."

Arbeloa waved goodbye to the coachman Bart, then smiled and walked towards his villa. When he reached the door, before Arbeloa could even knock, the door opened automatically, and a beautiful white woman came out with a chubby little girl.

"dad!"

Upon seeing Arbeloa's appearance, the chubby little girl was overjoyed and ran towards him.

Upon seeing his daughter running towards him, Arbeloa, with a gentle smile on his face, immediately stopped and squatted down to hug the girl in his arms.

"Daddy, you're a good boy today, you don't smell of smoke on your clothes!" The little girl, leaning on Arbeloa's shoulder and not smelling any smoke on him, said in her sweet, childish voice.

"Of course, didn't Daddy make a promise with Sarah? If Sarah only eats one piece of candy a day, Daddy won't smoke, right?" Arbeloa said gently, affectionately pinching Sarah's little cheek.

"Mmm!" Little Sarah buried her head in Arbeloa's and gently kissed his stubble-covered cheek.

"The bread, steak, and borscht are all ready; they'll get cold soon!" Seeing the heartwarming scene of Arbeloa and Sarah embracing, Rachel Ferguson, Arbeloa's wife and Sarah's mother, standing to the side, smiled and said:

"Let's go eat!"

Upon hearing his wife's reminder, Arbeloa picked up his daughter and, holding Rachel Ferguson's hand, walked back into the villa.

After enjoying a sumptuous dinner at the villa, Arbeloa spent some time playing games with his daughter Sarah in the living room. However, noticing his wife's preoccupied expression as she sat on the sofa, he sighed softly, waved to the respectfully standing maid, patted Sarah's head, and said gently, "Go play with Aunt Chris. Daddy has things to do now. I'll play with you later, okay?"

Hearing Arbeloa's words, little Sarah was a little unhappy, her lips pouting slightly, but she still obediently said to Arbeloa, "Then Daddy, hurry up and finish your work! I want to hear a story from you before I go to bed tonight!"

Arbeloa readily agreed to his daughter's request, saying, "No problem! Before you go to sleep tonight, Daddy will tell you the story of the little rabbit in the forest!"

As the maid led Sarah to a room on the second floor of the villa, leaving only himself and Rachel Ferguson in the hall, Arbeloa sat down next to Rachel Ferguson and gently took her hand.

"I heard from my father that the family has held a meeting and decided to send Connor Ferguson back from Loen. Does this mean the patriarch's health is really failing?" Seeing that only she and Arbeloa remained in the hall, Rachel Ferguson, without any hesitation, asked her husband beside her:

(End of this chapter)