Chapter 1254: ? Stalker

"Ok."
"well."
The two talked almost at the same time, their heads together, young girls of the same age were always familiar quickly, and unexpectedly tacit understanding.
"Maybe they shouldn't protect you to such an exaggerated level. Although I have a lot of bodyguards, I never know what I can protect."
Tony didn't think this was a place for intimacy, so he temporarily let go of the girl hiding in his arms.
The first time between them should be after a romantic, unrelated date, not in the dark under the bridge pier like wild cats and wild dogs.
The girl looked out from behind the bridge pier, then retracted back and breathed a sigh of relief: "This is what my mother calls, a ‘good tutor’."
"That, I'm Tony."
"I heard it before." The girl replied with a smile.
Tony looked at the hands that they were still holding together: "I actually want you to tell me your name."
"You must know." The girl pinched his palm: "I found out that you were spinning around me all day. My bodyguard thought you were a stalker. Didn't you ask your friend what my name is? I'm in Cambridge. But a celebrity."
"Not at all, I mean, I don't have any friends here yet, I just smuggled over from the United States."
"Bag?"
The girl's eyes lit up. The smuggling sounds so cool. Is it through a refrigerated container truck?
That's really cool.
Tony tilted his head and made a desperate grinning expression, meaning it was exactly what she guessed.
But he was not stupid enough to get into the freezer car. In fact, he bought a plane on the black market and flew over the English Channel at low altitude in the dead of night, smuggling from the French side.
To be precise, it was a steal, no crossing.
As for why he can't stay in Paris, because the women there are like fairies. He went to a salon there. Afterwards, the girls even wanted to have 10P with him. He felt...a bit of a bad idea. live.
The girl glanced at him with some envy, and nodded after feeling that what he said was true. "My name is Cassandra Jesper."
Tony laughed: "Damn! I knew your name must be beautiful! This is great."
The girl also smiled very helpfully: "Well, Americans may think that every European name is beautiful."
Tony shook his head: "Don't say that to me. Being an American doesn't help me. On the contrary, my family will only trouble me."
"I know who you are." Cassandra understood that Tony was in the same situation as himself: "So why did the famous Tony Stark escape to London?"
Tony didn't even think about it, he put his hand in his jeans pocket:
"Anyway, it's not because of the food here, do you understand? Maybe at first I thought that coming here would make me stay away from my parents, but now, I start to feel that it is God's will to come here, I came to see you.
Cassandra stroked her hair. Her short black hair looked like satin in the night. Instead of receiving such a confession, she bowed her head and took off her high heels.
"I've been to the U.S., a few times, and I like it there."
"Oh? Where have you been?" Tony was very gracious and didn't rush.
"Los Angeles, Chicago, if you hear my last name, don't you know who I am?"
Cassandra held her shoes in her hand, her stockings were in contact with the cold ground, her toes curled up cutely.
"Uh...I really don't know, but seeing that your family has arranged so many bodyguards for you, I guess your father is a rock star."
Tony scratched his head. He didn't care about European genealogy. He was American.
It has nothing to do with him. He feels that his father is a typical scientist upstart, because he sold a few patents and made a fortune, and then he approached his mother, the eldest lady of the Italian olive oil family. Everyone he met at home from childhood to adulthood wore black gloves.
Cassandra sighed, "It's not my father, it's my mother."
"So your mother is a rock star? Actually, I ask this because I don't understand why your mother has so many bodyguards, and they are walking towards us at this time. We are already surrounded."
"what?!"
"I think one of them will come over and beat me so hard that I may not remember seeing you afterwards."
Tony had seen the light, bodyguards came from all directions, and he had no way to escape unless he jumped into the river to swim.
Cambridgeshire was also called Cambridge in the Celestial dynasty. Although it is famous, it is a university city after all. The water quality of the river here is really not good.
The British have always had the habit of pouring sewage into the river. For example, the Thames which flows through London was the world's largest sewage ditch in the past. It was not until 1980 that environmental treatment was completed.
However, it is not by restricting riverside residents not to discharge pollutants, but by purifying water quality through 450 sewage treatment plants passing through the river basin.
Anyway, it doesn't smell too pungent now. The government says it fully meets the drinking water standard, but don't expect officials to drink Thames water.
The River Cam in Cambridgeshire is similar. The description of River Cam in "Farewell to Cambridge" is a ‘rainbow dream’, ‘a boat of stars’, and ‘a beautiful shadow in the light’. Do you think Xu Zhimo is a romantic poet? In fact, they are realistic, and they are all depicting colorful oil paintings on the river.
Tony doesn't plan to bathe in such water.
"She is over there!"
"Not good!" Cassandra went out to take a look, then quickly retracted back, hiding in Tony's arms: "You will be shocked."
"What? Electric shock?" Tony Negro questioned his face, which was somewhat unexpected: "Forget it?"
Cassandra nodded very seriously: "I'm not kidding."
"I said forget it, it's not a joke, can you tell them not to do that?" Tony rolled his eyes, and ran all the way to London. The girl hadn't started yet. It was not a good experience to be shocked first.
"They won't listen to me! They are mercenaries! They only listen to the people who paid them, which is what my mother said!"
Cassandra looked at the other side of the bridge hole again, but there was still a light approaching quickly not far away.
Tony took a deep breath: "I have never been electrocuted before."
"Don't you run?" Cassandra asked curiously.
"Ah, if I ran away and threw you to these ruthless money-making machines, it would look bad." Tony touched his moustache, smiled and shook his head: "But if I stay here and get electrocuted, I guess It’s not so good either. I’m in a dilemma now."
Cassandra didn't know what to say, Tony was speaking self-willedly, but looking at her with serious and hot eyes, she could feel the feeling.
So two people who were also trying to get rid of the family gradually got closer, and they kissed together.
After a moment, the lips parted, and they only saw each other in their eyes.
"Does it hurt?" Tony asked.
Cassandra touched her lips, a little unclear so: "What?"
However, the next second she knew what Tony was asking, and the bodyguards her mother had arranged for her swarmed over.
These brawny bald men in black suits neatly brought Tony down with electric batons, and as the blue electric current spread over him, he twisted like a dead fish on the dirty bridge hole ground.
"The angel has been recovered and the team has been collected."
The bodyguards reported to someone who didn't know through the walkie-talkie, while holding Kassandra toward the car parked on the bridge.
"Let go of me! Do you know who you are working for? My family paid you for it!"
Cassandra struggled, but she was not the opponent of the strong men in terms of strength. She was raised up with her feet off the ground and stuffed into the carriage like a doll.
The bodyguard who was wearing sunglasses one night said before closing the door: "Sorry miss, of course we know who the employer is, so we only listen to your mother."
After speaking, the car door closed and the convoy quickly left, leaving only a cloud of exhaust gas above Tony's head.
After a few minutes, Tony was shocked by the electric shock. He squirmed and propped up his upper body:
"It's worth it."
.........
The next day, Tony, who has money skills, found the classroom where Kassandra was attending class.
Now that she knew her name, had medicine and money in her hand, it couldn't be easier to find someone.
It is also very easy for him to get into university classrooms. After all, the professors at Cambridge University don't have the energy to record what their students look like.
Cassandra is dressed more formal today. If she looked like a little wild cat in a nightclub last night, today she looks like a young version of a lady in law.
Only the satin-like black hair and the smell of perfume remained unchanged.
"Then let us ask again, what is the overall theory of unified finance? Does anyone raise their hand? Does no one know? Seriously, have you read the book?"
The old professor with all white hair on the podium tried to get some responses from the students, but he didn't get the answer he wanted except for seeing a young man with shawl hair sneaking into the classroom.
Cambridge is also over. The professor cried out and continued to act his one-man show.
Young people nowadays are really not interested in economic theory at all, so how come no one wants to learn?
Tony sat carelessly behind Kassandra, because she had bodyguards on both sides.
Cassandra winked at him. She was a good student. Although she didn't want to answer the professor's questions, she wouldn't talk casually in class.
She prefers art, but her mother chooses all her courses.
The first to talk to Tony was the head of the bodyguard next to her. This bald white man seemed much easier to talk than he was in a dark alley last night.
"I'm sorry to shock you~EbookFREE.me~ I didn't know who you were at the time, please don't let your dad kill me."
Tony was confused: "Don't worry, he is a legitimate businessman and won't kill anyone."
The strong man glanced at him with a strange expression, as if he was looking at a fool who didn't understand anything, his eyes filled with indescribable sympathy and pity.
This made Tony even more confused.
How could a daddy who has always been laughing and joking without a proper form kills? It's impossible to think about it.
He wanted to have a chat with the strong man, but he turned his head and looked attentively, and even raised his hand to answer the professor's question.
"In Chapter 3, the overall theoretical basis of unified finance is to build an advanced economy."
Tony got stuck in his throat when he wanted to ask, he could only stare blankly at the back of the bald man. Do current mercenaries even understand economics? This is not a bodyguard but a tutor, right?
But thinking of how he skillfully used the electric baton last night, Tony would rather believe that they are versatile.