Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

The dim light poured in from the window behind the man. He stood there quietly, his posture tall and erect yet somewhat mysterious. An exquisite mask covered most of his face, and the backlit figure completely concealed his face in the shadows.

The assistant tried hard to see his expression clearly, but could only capture the little glimmers of light reflected by the mask and the blurry lines at the edges of his silhouette.

The interplay of light and shadow makes his facial contours deeper and deeper, as if he hides endless secrets and elusive thoughts.

"Why did you suddenly ask about the Dowell family..." The assistant stopped abruptly before he finished speaking, because he felt the strong gaze falling on his face, and the extremely oppressive gaze forced him to shut up subconsciously. .

"I still need to explain to you what I'm doing." The man sat behind a large desk made of agarwood.

Agarwood is a very rare wood and its price is extremely high. The price of the best quality agarwood can reach 100,000 US dollars per kilogram, making it one of the most expensive woods in the world.

But in the mansion, such top-quality solid wood is only used to make the simplest furniture. What seems not worth mentioning is the priceless mural behind it.

The brightly colored oil painting travels through hundreds of years and takes people back to the gold-mining era when aristocrats arose in the Middle Ages. The man sitting under the oil painting is a descendant of the golden bloodline.

The assistant suddenly bent his knees and half-knelt on the ground, knocked his forehead on the carpeted floor, and shouted in a deep voice: "I'm sorry, Lord Count Reims."

"Tap-tat-tat." The man's fingers tapped lightly on the agarwood tabletop, like tapping on a person's heart, tapping on the nerve endings again and again.

Until the assistant's back was soaked with sweat.

He said calmly: "If you want to go back, I can plead with Theron on your behalf to send you back."

"I won't go back." The assistant suddenly raised his head, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. His expression was panicked and frightened. Touching the man's deep eyes, he immediately lowered his head and surrendered: "Count Lance, I know I was wrong. Please don't send me back. , Theron will punish me."

He is not a member of the Theron family, but he was born in a small family affiliated with the Theron family, and was raised as a retainer of the Theron family since he was a child.

However, their family is not as large as the Shadow Family. They cannot be the right-hand man of the Theron Family, and their presence in the Sixth Continent is not high.

He was selected by Theron to be the assistant to Count Reims, and from the day he was selected, he was told who his master was.

Once he is 'sent' back by his master in disgust, what awaits him is not only punishment from the Theron family, but also abandonment by the family.

Tiese gritted her teeth and raised her cheeks, knocking her head to the ground: "I know I was wrong, Earl..."

Fortunately, the man above him did not make things difficult for him. After a while, he finally called him up and said indifferently again: "Do I have an invitation letter from the Dowell family?"

"There is a young master of your age in the Dowell family who is celebrating his birthday and invites you to his birthday party."

This time Tiese never dared to touch the red line and answered in a low voice.

"You crossed out the relevant itinerary after reading it before, so I helped you cancel it."

Lance: "Contact Dowell for me and tell him I'll be there."

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Tiese's jaw dropped again, but she didn't dare to show it at all. After softly agreeing, she quickly prepared to go out and contact the young master Dowell.

"Yes, I'll go right away." (End of chapter)