Chapter 565 Leak

Two hours later, the door of the factory office was quietly pushed open.

Morrill flashed into the room.

"Look... my vision is always accurate." Philip stood up and gestured to the other party to sit down, "How is it, no one noticed you coming here?"

Gore walked forward, looked outside for a few times, and locked the door.

The click made Morrill shudder.

"The next round of unloading is more than a quarter of an hour away... Now everyone is looking for a place to rest... So... no one will know where I went." He stammered back, "I don't know what the note you gave me... means?"

"What does it mean?" Philip laughed, "Isn't it just what it says? I have a good opportunity for you, but I don't know if you can seize it."

He asked Gore to prepare a note and quietly put it in Morrill's hand. The content of the note was also very simple, with only one sentence-"Come to the office alone, and I will give you a chance to be rich."

Whether the other party threw away the note or gave it to Momola, it didn't affect him much. After a strike, Gore was already full of anger. It was normal for him to want to get back at his own game. It was a common trick to win over the people around Catwoman. However, compared to calling people into the office directly, this method was more covert. Once the person who got the note was shaken, he could meet with the management of Baiguoyuan without anyone knowing. It was also a kind of protection for the shaken person.

"Let me make it clear first... I won't frame Momola. She... She is everyone's savior." Although Morrill was expressing his determination, his tone was quite weak.

Sure enough, this is what an employee should look like.

Loyalty is a rare quality.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the rarest of all excellent qualities.

Such a diamond-like virtue should not appear in the low-level employees.

Philip believed that other people would not be much better than Morrill. As long as they caught the weakness or used some means, they would betray Momola sooner or later.

But time cost is also a cost. He didn't have time to spend so much energy on a group of low-level people, so he naturally had to find the easiest breakthrough point to start.

"Don't worry, Momola and I have reached an agreement, and there is no point in targeting her anymore." Philip pretended to sigh, "By tomorrow morning, the news of the Hundred Fruit Garden's concession will spread throughout the Azure Castle, and by then, whether she is there or not will not have any impact on the actual situation."

"That's right."

"In short, I want to ask you a few questions." He piled a stack of silver coins on the table, "Of course, it has nothing to do with Momola herself. In fact, I know what kind of person she is better than you."

"Momoola...isn't she...a hired worker like us?" Morrill said in a daze.

"Oh, how is it possible." Philip chuckled, "If she was just an ordinary person, Gore would have thrown her into the Ambergris River when she stood up for you. Listen carefully, she is not the same kind of person as you. If she wants, she can stay in the Fulshi Hotel tonight and enjoy the wine shipped from Plum Villa. The difference between you and her is like heaven and earth. Even Lord Azier is unwilling to kill her easily."

Molier's eyes widened in disbelief, "How is this possible? She obviously slept in a shed with everyone, and ate the same food as everyone else, but you said she... said she..."

He was stuck for a long time and couldn't think of the right words.

Gore was also very surprised.

Before, the other party only mentioned that she was a card in the boss's hand. This was the first time he heard his brother talk about the details of Momora.

"What you said was just an alternative life experience for her." Philip said easily, "There is no doubt that she deceived you and made you think she was one of the hired workers. But the fact is that you are two different kinds of people."

"Do you... have evidence..."

"This is neither the lord's castle nor the police station. I don't need to prove this to you. If you are interested, you can ask it yourself, but I think she will probably not tell you the truth." Philip shrugged, "I have said so much, I just want to remind you that it is the right thing to care more about yourself."

Morril lowered his head, his eyes were quite confused, "What do you want to ask me?"

"I am very curious, who brought you bread, and who supported Momora's actions behind the scenes." The steward knocked on the silver coins on the table, "Did you see these Sera? For every word you answer, I will count it as a silver Sera-of course, the premise is that the answer is valid."

Morril's heart jumped violently.

One silver coin for each word, wouldn't it be more than a hundred silver coins casually?

Going up, it is a gold Kern!

He had never touched a gold coin in his life.

"By the way, you can buy a house in most towns in the Kingdom of the Islands for only fifty Sera, so you don't have to stay in the Azure Castle." Philip stared into his eyes and said slowly.

Leave the Azure Castle?

Moril suddenly realized that if he had enough money to settle down, there was really no need to stay in the factory.

By then, even Momora would not be able to find him.

And... the workers and the Hundred Fruit Garden had reached an agreement, and the questions asked by the other party would not harm everyone.

"It was... a fox girl... who sent the bread." Morrill whispered, "She called herself Li, but she was different from ordinary half-beasts. Momora said that she was a helper sent by the ambassador. The ambassador was willing to support everyone's strike plan, but he never showed up in the shantytown..."

"Which country's ambassador?" Gore asked hurriedly.

"I don't know about this." Morrill racked his brains to think about it - after all, this was related to more rewards. Once he opened his mouth, he didn't have so many concerns in his mind. "Yes, yes, that half-beast had appeared in the factory. At that time, we stole the fruit and were tied to the stakes. She was there... too!"

"What?" Gore slapped his chair, "Is it that guy!?"

Philip's mind also appeared the figure of the oriental man - he was not tall or strong, young, and seemed to have not experienced any big storms, but there was a kind of look in his eyes that was difficult to see through. At that time, he thought the other party was a businessman from the East, or a nobleman who came out to see the world, but he didn't expect that he was an envoy from the East Continent.

So from that time on, he had a secret connection with Momola?

"I don't understand..." Gore shook his head repeatedly, "Why does an ambassador from the Far East care about our Baiguoyuan? Brother, what should we do now? That's a character that is more difficult to deal with than the newspaper."

"The key is not this," Philip pondered, "I heard from the boss that there is also a dragon and a half-beast among the suspects who attacked the Holy Palace."