Chapter 239 Reunion after a long absence

Chapter 239 Reunion after a long absence

L London, City of Westminster, the Mayfair district with its unique Georgian red buildings is the most British-style wealthy neighborhood in country Y.

Along the way, Della saw countless high-end restaurants, luxury stores and boutique apartments. Even though she was a small-town girl in the Muggle sense and had long been aware of the luxury of West L London, she was still amazed after visiting it in person.

Della was even more surprised by Leah, who went from having nothing to living in Mayfair in just one year.

The slightly humid spring breeze blew across Della's dark green knee-length dress, creating ripples. Facing the wind, Della raised her head, pressed the linen hat on her head, and used the wind as her comb, letting her shiny black hair blow back.

"There should be more—" Della, who had just finished her haircut, looked at the sign at the intersection, and then at Leah's frantic handwriting on the letter paper, "Two blocks."

So Della passed by several restaurants, luxury stores and apartments, and finally stopped in front of a fenced single-family villa. She looked at the large villa with an extremely exquisite and beautiful garden, and confirmed the address in her hand again with some distrust. After confirming that the address was correct, she hesitated for a rare time.

It's a big villa in Mayfair. Even if Leah just rents it, she will have a good income.

Just one year?

To be honest, Della didn't think this made sense.

However, the fact that the tag she gave Leah worked shows that Leah’s life is no longer normal.

Ding-ding-

Della rang the doorbell. The ding was short but the aftertaste was long, which made people feel uneasy unconsciously. If she came here with the purpose of asking someone to do something for her, this doorbell would kill most of her worries.

When the doorbell rang for the third time, the door of the villa behind the railing opened. The person who opened the door was not Leah, but a blonde woman wearing an apron. She looked good, but there was a long scar on her face that stretched from her left eyebrow to the edge of her lips. It was a clean and sharp scar, probably caused by a sharp object that cut quickly and deeply.

The woman half-opened the door and looked at Della with her watery blue eyes. Just as she was about to speak, there was another sound of footsteps, and then Leah opened the door.

Leah was wearing a tight vest and loose pants. Her figure was still fit and her slender waist and abdomen showed her strength. The curve of her chest had become rounder and no longer blurred like it was a year ago. Her brown hair had grown behind her ears and no one would mistake her for a man anymore.

But her strength is consistent. When you see her, you cannot separate the adjective "strong" from the noun "woman". Leah is a strong woman.

"Della!" Leah shouted with a smile and ran towards Della. Her voice was a little crisp, but more of it was the hoarseness in the neutral tone from a year ago. Coupled with her smile as refreshing as before, she was extremely charming to both men and women.

"Leah--" Della took off her hat and laughed. She looked at Leah and patted her left shoulder. The black snake Apep came out. Unlike Maggie's crawling posture which was always slightly raised, he clung to Della's arm and was extremely obedient.

"Oh, a new little snake?" Leah looked at the black snake, and the smile on her face grew. She raised her right arm, and a shiny white snake slowly swam on her arm. When the snake's head touched the palm of her hand, the white snake stopped.

Leah stretched her hand in front of Della. The mark of 'D. Riddle' was clearly visible in the middle of the snake's forehead, and what was more eye-catching was a blunt indentation two or three centimeters behind the snake's mouth.

Della pointed at her own name with her slender finger, then slowly slid it to the dent. She raised her slightly puzzled eyes and looked at Leah without saying a word.

"Let's go in and talk. Snacks are always ready, dear lady." Leah bent slightly and made a gesture of invitation with a smile on her face.

Della took Leah's hand, they looked at each other, both blinked, laughed out loud, and went in hand in hand affectionately.

"Take the snacks to the third floor and then decorate the rooms on the second floor, Maxine." Leah said to the woman in the apron as they passed the door. Her tone was warm but her commanding. Della nodded to Maxine.

"Okay, I'll arrange it well." Maxine spoke softly, her golden hair obediently hanging down to her chest. Her words, movements and expressions all showed that she was a gentle woman, but the long scar there looked like a crack, making people feel that there was another person behind Maxine's quiet appearance.

"Let me tell you something, Della," Leah whispered as she led Della upstairs after the door closed. "Those are bullet marks."

"You will only meet 'Riddle' when you are threatened with malicious death." Della stroked the little white snake and whispered.

"Malice?" Leah keenly caught the word, and she asked tentatively, "If it's an accident or self-destruction, I won't have the chance to see my little Riddle?"

Della tilted her head to look at Leah, the faint smile on her face slightly deepened, and she nodded, "Maybe my definition of invincible is a little too harsh."

Invincible in battle, but subject to fate, unable to defeat internal weakness.

This was Della's expansion of Invincible. Leah could understand what Della meant, but she had not read enough books, so she could not express it as concisely as Della thought. However, she agreed with Della's idea.

Accidents may interrupt the career you are striving for, but this non-subjective abrupt interruption is not called failure, it is just a setback. Giving up on yourself is the real failure.

"Great!" Leah snapped her fingers and almost cheered. She took out a gun from her trouser pocket, emptied the bullets in front of Della, and handed the small female gun to her. "This is for you. The main reason for unloading the bullets is to prevent accidental discharge. If you are interested, I can take you to the shooting club to learn a few rounds."

"Was that bullet hole also left accidentally in the shooting club?" Della took the gun and looked at Leah with a smile.

"Someone was looking for trouble and beat me up when I was alone. They didn't fight me, but they shot me in the back." As they talked, they walked to the study on the third floor. Leah opened the door and motioned Della to go in. "When the gunshot rang out, I thought I was dead. Before I could finish thinking about my pitiful life, the tag you gave me came alive and the bullet was blocked."

Leah spoke in a very humorous way, but what she talked about was not reassuring at all. Fights, guns, and life-threatening situations. The families and gangs mentioned briefly on the letter paper were just distant nouns. Only when you really get here do you realize how much risk is hidden behind this luxurious villa.

Della pursed her lips, the joy of reunion after a long separation disappeared. Although she always acted indifferent to others in the past year, when she really faced the person she loved, even if her expression remained calm, it was difficult for her to calmly overlook her friend's unfair life.

But above all her concerns, Della also had a greater awareness that she could make comments secretly but had no right to interfere with Leah's choices.

"I'm glad I can see you again, Leah." In the end, Della did not show the gratitude, excitement or preaching that she should have at this time. She just looked at Leah deeply, with strong emotions in her eyes constantly rolling.

Leah smiled. She didn't discuss the topic in depth. She just patted Della on the shoulder, then raised both hands, motioning Della to look at the study again.

It's called a study, but it's more appropriate to call it an exhibition hall. There are only a few brand new books in it, but the glass cabinet doors filled with wine take up most of the wall, and cigarettes and cigars take up the other half of the wall.

Of course, Leah wasn't asking the underage Della to look at these things. The cabinet doors facing the tobacco and alcohol shelves also had glass doors, but the items inside were varied. There was an almost worn-out skateboard, some brittle bills, a few broken guns... The cabinet was full of junk that seemed like it should be thrown away.

There are two items in the center of this old collection cabinet. One is a coarse linen hat with obvious signs of repair, which was the one Della gave to Leah last time; the other is a large watch dial, and it is impossible to tell where it was taken down from.

"It was on a motorcycle. I encountered it by chance after I had enough fights." Leah noticed that Della's eyes fell on her most dangerous item. She raised an eyebrow at Della, not hiding her experience.

Just then, Maxine knocked on the door and came in pushing a snack cart. Rich black tea and exquisite snacks were placed in front of Della. Leah picked up a biscuit and threw it into her mouth. She opened two bottles of wine while chewing, and while telling Della not to be polite, she skillfully mixed the wine.

"My boss said that the details revealed to each other before a conversation will have a decisive effect on the outcome. We don't need to use such cold words, but sincerity is also necessary in a cherished friendship," Leah changed the subject, "and when old friends meet, the best time to talk about the past is to talk about the past."

"Are you ready to hear the story of the fastest-promoted executive in the Piazza family?" Leah raised her hand and raised her glass to Della from a distance, and the golden wine flashed.

"I'm all ears." Della picked up the teacup, smiled and nodded.