Super Rich Detective System
Eps. 146 Mr. Noel Shouted
“What's the Detective?” leo asked, because his boss stopped and his face looked serious.
“This, the officer who fixed the cable arrangement here did not work correctly. Just look!” point directly.
“Detective Carl, why stop?” call someone, from a distance.
“Oh, yes it is better that I just go This is none of my business.”
Detective Carl then turned around and looked at the source of the voice calling out to him.
“I'll be here soon, Mr Andrew!” the answer, as well as invite Leo to immediately lift foot from there. “Have let it go,” he said, patting Leo's shoulder slowly.
The two of them were almost left behind by the entourage and immediately ran after the invited guests and arrived in front of a large office.
“This is my wine marketing office. Actually, I also grieved on my show that one of us died. I'm sorry for making you all feel uncomfortable. But I hope the culprit will be found soon after this.” Mr. Noel seemed devastated by this unexpected event.
After giving a little welcome then Mr. Noel cut the red ribbon as an official sign of the new wine marketing office was opened.
There was a loud applause welcoming the cutting of the red ribbon.
“Please invite you all are welcome to come in and look around,” said Mr. Noel again, after the scissor tower that was just used to cut the ribbon.
The meeting the invitation to enter the rame-rame to the marketing office may be wide if it is estimated as wide as one hectare. Can you imagine how many players there are in it? Uncountable. It is possible to soak wine there, if allowed.
“Luxury and elegance, the arrangement of all these wine bottles,” chirps Mr. Albert praising the wine display there.
Seen Mr. Albert Then several times glanced towards Mr. Noel who was in front there.
The man passed another historic guest on the way to see the storefront, to meet Mr. Noel.
“Mr Noel, I think your efforts will probably be successful as well as your other efforts. What if I offer cooperation with you,” said Mr. Albert.
Mr. Noel frowned, not knowing what kind of cooperation the man offered him.
Mr. Albert then approached and whispered, I don't know what he said to Mr. Noel.
“Sorry, Mr. Albert, it seems like I have not been able to cooperate with you for now maybe another time I will think about it again,” subtly declined after hearing the cooperation offer whispered to him.
Mr. Albert seemed disappointed, but he could do nothing and could not force him.
Not long after, it was seen that Mr. Albert had left. Now Mr. Noel appears to be talking to another guest, Mr. Jose.
There each table has been provided some wine that is specially served to the invited guests who attended. And anyone without exception is free to take it.
“Ya, Mr. mari.” Mr. Noel then took the glass of wae that was in front of him and drank it right away.
After drinking with Mr. Jose, another guest invited Mr. Noel to speak after Mr. Jose left. Yes indeed Mr. Noel is a famous and successful businessman so not a few who approached the man while there. Just to talk pleasantries or about business.
There were Mr. Joe and Duffy as well who invited him to talk for some time to come. Until this time Mr. Smith who accompanied Mr. Noel spoke.
Why does my body suddenly feel bad? inner Mr. Noel.
He even started to sweat cold.
“Mr Noel, are you willing to drink with me?” bring Mr. Smith.
“Sorry, Mr. Smith. instead I turned down your offer but suddenly I feel my body is not good.”
Mr. Smith had already raised the goblet to put it back on the table and looked disappointed, voiding a drink with Mr. Noel.
“Sorry Mr. Smith, I'm sorry.” after saying goodbye, Mr. Noel then leave immediately.
Outside the marketing office both the man was seen hurriedly picking up a cell phone and contacting someone. Two minutes later a car picked up the man with medics inside.
The car rolled off quickly bringing Mr. Noel back to the villa. The doctor in the car immediately checked the condition of the man.
“What's with Mr Noel?” asked an invited guest who had seen the man staggering with sweat.
“I don't know.”
In another corner, Detective Carl walks around from table to table, from one storefront to another. He looked at the place carefully.
Suddenly the net was locked in the hand of an invited guest.
“Why is his finger?” he saw the five fingers of the man's hand wearing plaster on the end.
“Master, excuse me!” call Detective Carl.
But either heard or indeed because of the rush the man walked quickly inserted in the crowd.