Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

The man in the back seat ignored him and never made any move. The driver did not dare to remind him again and drove the car without looking away.

Finally, the car stopped in front of the gate of the mansion.

The man pushed the door open and walked out, his slender legs taking firm steps. The sunlight shone on him, outlining his perfect outline. The tall figure seemed to carry an invisible pressure that made people dare not look directly at him.

He pursed his thin lips and frowned slightly. The moment he stepped into the mansion, the air around him seemed to solidify. The servants bowed their heads and dared not make a sound, for fear of angering the master who had just returned from the storm.

The man strode through the living room below the mansion and went up the stairs. His clothes fluttered in the wind. His powerful aura was like a storm. Wherever he went, the marble under his feet seemed to tremble slightly.

"Didn't Earl Lance call Theron back?" The assistant saw the driver who came in later and immediately pulled him aside to ask solemnly.

The driver also felt wronged: "I mentioned it to the Earl, but he ignored me. I can't force him to call back the Ten Elders, I don't have the ability."

"You know how many lives this guy has taken recently, even the eldest lady has to avoid him..."

"And today he had a quarrel with an old man again, and ordered people to drag Vincent out on the spot, imprisoned him in the room and forced him to press his fingerprints."

The assistant became more and more flustered as he listened, and stopped in annoyance: "Okay, who told you to discuss the master's behavior? If you don't want to live, don't drag me down."

The driver stammered and wanted to explain, but he almost closed his mouth when he met his cold eyes, and shrank to the side woodenly without saying anything.

The assistant quickly glanced at him, and had a headache about finding such a person to drive.

But the Earl of Lance has a special status. Theron has issued an order to ensure the safety of the Earl of Lance, and it is not allowed to choose a driver from the people trained by the Theron family.

He could only recruit a driver from outside at that time.

The driver is an ordinary person with a clean identity. He has never lived in the reserve and doesn’t even know it exists.

He has no relatives at home, so there is no chance that someone will take advantage of his weakness in the future.

It is not easy to find such a person, and the Ten Elders are in a hurry, so he did not train the other party too much, resulting in the driver still not knowing who he is working for.

He dared to discuss the affairs of the Theron family. Don’t drag him into it if you are tired of living. He hasn’t lived enough.

Assistant: "Talk less and do more! Focus on your work and use your eyes less to see things you shouldn’t see! Don’t tell others!"

"… Got it."

The assistant no longer cared about him and hurried upstairs.

Theron called him twice and asked him to ask Earl Lance to call back. Even if he had to bite the bullet, he had to find a way to get this person to call back to Theron.

Alas, the fight between the two big guys turned into a bad luck for him, a little kid.

The assistant bit the bullet and went outside the European-style gate, stood up straight, and knocked on the door gently: "Earl Lance."

"Come in." A man's low voice came from inside.

"Excuse me." The assistant took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

He lowered his head to his shoulders, always keeping his head down, ready to face the baptism of the storm: "Count Lance, the Tenth Elder..."

"Help me see if there is an invitation letter from the Feng Dowell family." The man interrupted him with a quick look, his voice was low and rich, like the deep melody played by an ancient cello.

It can be heard that the man who spoke was not in such a bad mood, but the content was too jumpy.

The assistant couldn't help but look up at him out of curiosity. (End of this chapter)