Compared with Lorraine, Shaq is obviously the one who is more adaptable to the inherent rules of the Drake family.

    Experts always dance the rope tied to their body as a whip, and so does Shaq. It seems that as long as he wants, he can pull Lorraine where he wants Lorraine to go.

    Like... Meet.

    In Bermuda, he kidnapped old Leonard; Later, in the Atlantic, he drove Lorraine''s employer away.

    Since Lorraine became a monk in 1776, the two drakes met twice. Lorraine didn''t want to go every time. At the end of each time, Lorraine took the initiative to come to the door.

    This time is no exception.

    Baroness Ann Drake wanted to entertain Lorraine''s companion on the lion. Lorraine had no reason or position to refuse.

    Not only could he not refuse, but as a man with Drake''s surname, out of etiquette, he had to act as a guide. He was the first to step on the deck of the lion before Haina, Carmen and Noah.

    Lorraine can bet that this must be Shaq Francis Drake''s thousand story routine again.

    At 7:50 p.m., Lorraine, dressed in a dress, was the first to leave the evening primrose. Behind him, Carmen was wearing the simplest dark green dress in the cabin, Haina was wearing the most luxurious thick purple dress, and Noah chose her favorite dark blue dress.

    The suitable dress for ladies to attend the dinner party is dark and cold. They can not collide with their clothes under such a mean premise. Although the atmosphere between the three people is strange, at least they have an extraordinary tacit understanding.

    Get off the ship, get on the carriage, turn along the plank road, get off the carriage and get on the ship.

    Pretending to go through the whole banquet process, Lorraine saw the dignified and gentle little woman at the stairway of the poop.

    "You must be Lorraine." she greeted her with a soft voice, a warm smile and a slow and clear tone. "The first time I met, I was Ann."

    "Lorraine Jonathan Drake." Lorraine leaned over and kissed Ann''s ring. "Nice to meet you, Baroness Tavistock."

    Ann frowned obviously, but soon changed into a smile: "Michelangelo''s virgin looks like I received the best wedding gift. I''ve been looking for a chance to thank you, and..."

    She raised her head and swept behind Lorraine. Like a kind mother-in-law, she looked at her daughter-in-law who was about to marry into the family.

    "Carmen Xavier, who is the present Carmen Xavier with you?"

    Lorraine stepped back and made room.

    "Haina yesla is an Egyptian, my first and most cherished companion, and the only comrade in arms in the world who is willing to give his back," he said.

    "Carmen Xavier, Spanish, my intelligence, my keys, my life and wealth are in her hands," he said.

    "Noah Sara, a wandering Roma girl, is the child I love and pity most. But I have never done anything for her. On the contrary, she is my harbor. Every time I am tired, she provides me with spiritual comfort." he introduced blue.

    The three girls simply exchanged greetings with ANN, and then stood aside ceremoniously or coldly, even Carmen.

    Ann took Noah''s hand and said to Lorraine, "Lorraine, next is the girl''s private talk. I think a competent gentleman must want to go to a distant place to spend his time."

    "I''ll wait in the carriage under the boat."

    "No, no, no, don''t do that. I have tea and snacks prepared on the bow deck. The night view of waijuster is very good. You can go there to pass the time."

    If so

    Lorraine could not refuse the request of the gentle sister-in-law who met for the first time. She only nodded after a short silence.

    "I''ll go there. Thank you for your kindness."

    Ann smiled happily: "I''ll have a good time tonight. I have a hunch, beautiful girls."

    ……

    It seems natural that Shaq is in the bow.

    Lorraine was not surprised to see her master, shack Drake, on Drake''s boat. The only surprise was that there was a small Drake sitting on shack''s knee.

    Seeing Lorraine stepping up the stairs, little Drake jumped up with a shout of joy.

    He is only about two years old. His blond hair and sea blue eyes are the same as those of Shaq. His soft facial contour is inherited from Ann. He looks tiger headed and charming.

    "Uncle Lorraine!" he called out with a tearful voice. He jumped up and put his arms around Lorraine''s legs like a pendant to wipe his saliva. No child should be afraid of strangers.

    Lorraine moved his legs carefully and tried not to disturb him. His clumsy appearance made the child giggle.

    Finally moved to the seat of the chair, Lorraine sat down and looked at Shaq with loving Madman''s eyes.

    "To the party, huh? My dear sir, you brought not only your wife but also your son for a boring party praised by American Hicks?"

    "Freemasons." Shaq whispered, "the Philadelphia ceremony smashed a group of thugs in the name of false Freemasons. Our Lord, the great King George III, feels that the London ceremony should express our congratulations and thanks on a suitable occasion."

    "It happened that my original appointment was just half a month later, so I went ahead of schedule. As soon as the party was over, I would leave for London. Chener Basque had a new host, and I wouldn''t go back in a short time."

    "I see." Lorraine proudly raised her head and touched the child''s head strangely. "What''s his name?"

    "Les, Les Charlotte Drake."

    "Charlotte?"

    "Remember I told you that Ann and I didn''t get anyone''s blessing in our marriage?"

    Perhaps because of family as a buffer, Lorraine and Shaq seem to be particularly soft today.

    "That''s wrong. I later learned that Queen Charlotte gave Ann the courage to elope with me. In the past few years since we came to the new world, the distinguished lady has been easing the relationship between our two families."

    "Ann''s father, count zafiran, has withdrawn his decision to expel Ann from his house. This time, ANN can visit her mother and brother in London. I may also ask the count for a cup of tea if the opportunity is right."

    "Count zafiran..."

    Lorraine felt that this surname seemed a little familiar. After thinking about it for a while, she remembered that it was the zafiran family, the largest landlord in Britain, who could sit firmly in the world''s first-class chaebol only by land rent.

    "I must admit that Ann is much more modest than I thought," Lorraine said sincerely.

    "The rich man is Ann''s father, not Ann." Shaq waved little Les back and held him in his arms. "And in other people''s eyes, it''s only a matter of time for Drake to be richer than zafiran."

    "In fact, it''s far from enough," Lorraine replied simply. "Even if the zafiran family''s wealth does not increase, it will take me 5 to 10 years to accumulate considerable wealth."

    "By printing bonds for the Hicks?"

    "In fact, it is hyping the bonds of the Hicks. It creates the illusion of economic prosperity, covers up the hidden worries of rapid development, and makes some fools believe that the United States will become one of the most powerful countries in the world in 1840, and then piously take out the money to buy a pound worth of broken paper at a price of three pounds or more..."

    "It''s probably such a process, but you''re certainly not interested. Even if those things tell you, you don''t understand a bit."

    "I may have been learning," said Shaq lightly. "You can tell me."