My Waste Husband novel Chapter 826

The words of Cesia, while answering some of Henry's questions, also made him full of doubts.

It turned out that a person who had lived for more than 200 years had come out of the Antiquity Country.

If Henry had heard these words a few months ago, he would have been shocked. But now, he was already numb to things like people's age.

There were so many old guys in the Hell Prison. Silas was three hundred and ninety years old. Sanford, whom he saw some time ago, was also three hundred and sixty-four years old. Even the old man Lu, whom he buried himself, was four hundred and twenty-one years old.

Hearing that this person was more than 200 years old, Henry showed no surprise.

What made Henry pay more attention to was the key to the Emperor's Mausoleum that Cesia mentioned.

A sword? What kind of sword?

"Brother Henry, you'd better think about this matter. When you open up the Emperor's Mausoleum, I will appear. At that time, we can continue to cooperate." With a touch of her toes, she floated up like a fairy and gradually disappeared from Henry's sight.

"I don't understand. What's the sword you are talking about?" Henry said. This was the second sentence he said after seeing Cesia.

"Haha!" In the night sky, Cesia's silver-bell-like laughter could be heard. "Brother Henry, you've seen the guardian of the mausoleum so many times, how could you not know what I meant? There's still time. Think about it, if you really want to wait until the day our clan is reborn, then everything will be too late."

Cesia's voice slowly drifted into the distance. In the end, she completely disappeared.

The guardian of mausoleum? The key to the Emperor's Mausoleum? A sword?

The three key news kept lingering in Henry's mind.

Henry raised his head and looked at the night sky. He sighed and went back to his room.

The incense in the room had a hangover effect. Henry was lying on the bed, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. He couldn't stop thinking about the news brought by Cesia.

A night's time passed by quietly.

The next morning, a red Benz drove out of Lin's mansion.

Henry sat in the driver's seat and drove to Lins Group without saying a word on the way. Those messy things were still lingering in his mind. He couldn't figure them out after thinking for a long time.

There was a guardian of the mausoleum. Who was that person? What was he guarding? Besides, he had seen him before. Who was that guardian?

Sylvia sat in the passenger seat, with her pretty face slightly tilted. Looking at Henry, who looked serious and could not say a word, she whispered, "Honey, are you angry with me?"

Henry was stunned and looked at Sylvia doubtfully, "Angry with you? No."

Sylvia quickly opened her mouth and said, "Honey, I really don't know what happened last night. I... I wanted to wait for you, but I fell asleep in an instant, I... I..."

The more Sylvia spoke, the softer her voice became. Her pretty face also turned redder and redder.

Henry patted his forehead and thought that Sylvia was going to say something. As a result, he said to Sylvia, "Honey, I'm not angry with you because of this."

As soon as the delivery guy left, the cleaner of Lins Group threw all the envelopes, which had just been delivered, into the trash can outside the door.

This scene, from the beginning to the end, was seen by Sylvia.

"What's in that envelope?" Sylvia asked curiously.

Henry's face was slightly unnatural, and he said, "It should be some useless magazines."

"A magazine? The company has not ordered magazines for a long time." Sylvia was suspicious and walked toward the trash can.

Henry frowned. He knew that Sylvia would be angry again.

As soon as the delivery guy took these envelopes out of his bag, Henry clearly saw that on the front of the envelope, there was a word written in large font, "complaint".

But regarding the letter of complaint, Henry had never seen it before, even though he had come back many times to the Lins. Obviously, it was deliberately hidden by someone. According to Sylvia's character, if she saw these letters of complaint, it would be strange if she didn't get angry.

Sure enough, when Sylvia saw the word "complaint" on the envelope in the trash can, her eyes were suddenly filled with anger. She took out the letter from the trash can and read it.

As she read the contents, Sylvia's face became more and more gloomy. After reading a complaint letter, she picked up another letter from the trash can again and quickly opened it.

Henry stood on the side. He didn't read the content of the letters, but from Sylvia's face, he could tell that it was definitely not a trivial matter.

It was obviously not the first time for people to do such a thing after how the cleaner threw the letter.