Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

They had just reached the elevator entrance.

The elevator dinged and the door opened, and the man in a black suit with an iris diamond brooch met her eyes.

The time of one look.

The man inside straightened his cufflinks and greeted her expressionlessly: "Miss Eleanor, I'm Lance."

"Come in and chat." He walked over, the cold scent of cedar lingering in the air.

Eleanor quickly recovered from the initial tremor of the glance, and followed him quickly, and the two of them walked back to the table by the floor-to-ceiling window where she had just been waiting.

Eleanor spoke first to break the ice.

"Ahem, I was just sitting here waiting for a while. The reception room is over here. Please come with me, Earl." She took the initiative to lead the way.

The man didn't appreciate it and sat down directly: "No, just sit here and chat. I like places where I can get the sun."

"Ha." Eleanor smiled dryly and sat across from her. She raised her eyes and looked at the man opposite without concealing her eyes: "I remember that the iris is the symbol of the Lance family?"

"Yeah." He said calmly, without any emotion.

Eleanor curled her lips slightly. She had never seen such a difficult man, but due to the friendship between the two families, she had to suppress her temper. She raised her lips, fiddled with her cute short hair hanging down her shoulders, and winked at him: "So …Is it also a Lance family tradition to wear a mask?”

He wore a mask on his face, which was delicate and mysterious. The mask covered most of his face, but the exposed jaw line was resolute and perfect, like a carefully carved work of art.

From the first moment she saw the mysterious Earl of Reims, Eleanor wanted to mention the silver mask covering his face. However, the other party did not give her a chance to speak. He took advantage of his momentum and brushed against her. He passed her by, not giving her a chance to speak.

But she has never been one to hold back. Now she was openly staring at the mask on the face of the man across from her: "I heard from my aunt that the Earl of Lance was willing to come out to meet, and I thought you would stop being mysterious. As a result... to be honest, I was a little bit disappointment."

She shrugged her shoulders and said relaxedly as if chatting with a friend: "With all due respect, wearing a mask is also a tradition of your family? I have read the recent history of some of the old nobles of Country Y, and it seems that people from your family always have some quirks. I'm a little curious whether this is your personal habit or your family's tradition. If you feel that I have violated your privacy, you can choose not to answer me."

"That's not privacy."

Eleanor blinked slowly again and looked across, where he sat quietly in the corner with his legs crossed. One hand casually supported his chin, and the mask appeared deeper in the shadows. Occasionally, he would lightly turn the ring on his finger, absentmindedly.

"My personal habits."

"Then let me change the question. Have we met Count Reims somewhere?" Eleanor suppressed the doubts in her heart and asked tentatively.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a low and distant voice, "Miss, I'm afraid I've mistaken you for the wrong person."

Eleanor crossed her hands on the table, sat up slightly, and spoke sharply: "Oh, then your personal habits are quite strange. You like to wear a mask when going out, and you also like to stay in the sun."

"..."

This time the Earl of Reims did not answer her. Qing Qian turned his eyes aside, glancing in the direction of the power distribution room of the building inadvertently, and then quickly looked away.

In the halo of light coming in from the window, his outstanding eyebrow arch and dazzling chin were outlined, and the light fell on his raised Adam's apple.

"I've always liked the sun."