Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

She thought the same thing herself.

She doesn't like to be friends with people like Elena and Shadow Ten. She just likes Bescia to focus on her own affairs and have friends who pursue independent opinions and dreams.

She doesn't want to become anyone's vassal, nor does she want to be manipulated in her life.

The waiter brought another cup of coffee during this time, and Lillian saw that Count Reims, who was sitting opposite her, did not touch the coffee on the table.

Instead, after a brief stalemate in the air, he was the first to break the balance.

"I heard that the eldest lady sent someone to follow an innocent passerby." Calmly, yet sharp and dangerous!

Lilian hunched her shoulders again, trying to reduce her presence as much as possible, wishing she could find an excuse to slip away before they started talking.

Sailan didn't give her a chance. After a brief pause for half a second, he let out a chuckle: "She's just a 'passerby'. It's a bit strange that Count Lance cares about her so much."

She picked up the coffee and took a sip slowly. Yanli raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "If you mention it specifically, she doesn't look like an 'innocent passer-by'!"

Count Reims fiddled with the coffee cup on the table and suddenly lifted it out. The coffee cup rolled to the ground with a crisp sound.

Lillian was so frightened that her whole body stiffened when she heard the man's cold voice with a hint of gloom.

"It doesn't matter whether she is a passerby or not. What matters is that your hand stretched too long. It made me unhappy!"

Before Lilian could recover from her panic, she saw Sai Lan holding his chin in his hand and looking at the tall man with interest: "So. What do you want? Do you want to take revenge on me?"

She couldn't understand the riddles the two were playing, but she could feel the thick chill and chill in the air between them at this moment.

Earl of Lance was the first to retract his gaze: "The property I got now is not what you have always wanted."

The smile on Sailan's face disappeared. She sat back slightly, folded her hands in front of her chest, frowned, and stared at the man with burning eyes.

"You shouldn't use this to irritate me."

"Then you should also control your hands and don't stretch them where you shouldn't."

The entire space seemed to be enveloped by their strength, making people feel depressed and unable to breathe.

Just as Lillian was almost out of breath.

Sai Lan suddenly turned his head and looked in her direction.

"Let me introduce you, Lillian. You two can make friends." Her tone was firm and unquestionable, as if her words were an edict and there was no room for disobedience.

"Tsk." She was answered with a cold sneer, as if she had expected it, and as if she didn't care at all. Then the man sitting on the chair stood up, and his taller height swept over the two of them condescendingly.

"I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you."

"Stop!" Sai Lan stopped and shouted equally forcefully: "Lance, why do you wear a mask to see people? Do you think I can't recognize..."

The man stopped halfway, but did not look back as if he had heard a joke, and replied calmly: "You are the distinguished eldest lady of the Theron family of the Sixth Continent. I am a distant relative who grew up overseas. I don't know you." Who do you think I am? Obviously, I am not the person you want to know."

Sailan suddenly narrowed her beautiful eyes and looked at the figure who left without looking back after he finished speaking, as well as the Theron family bodyguards who bowed respectfully towards her one after another and left silently...

These bodyguards all came from her good father. They would not even obey her orders, but followed the Earl of Reims. (End of chapter)