Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Dowell caught the phone he threw at him with one hand, and walked back in surprise: "You called me?"

Brown was so angry that his mouth turned down, and he smiled: "I called the dog!"

"Fuck!" Dowell had just finished looking at his phone at this time, saw the missed call on the phone, and heard his words. He cursed, but his mouth couldn't stop rising: "Let's not talk about this first, my birthday party today will be successful."

Brown replied casually: "Why, your old lady is coming?"

The Dowell family has the most say in the old lady. The old lady is in her early 90s and is in good health, but she is also starting to look for candidates.

Not long ago, the old lady publicly expressed her dissatisfaction with the next heir.

Dowell's brother's position as heir is not stable. Dowell's last statement that he would fight for the person he likes is not groundless.

"No."

Dowell squeezed him away, sat among a few people, and told them the news he had just received.

"The Earl of Lance is coming."

"???"

"???"

"?"

He successfully received a series of question marks from his brothers, and was in a much better mood. He climbed onto Brown's shoulder, who was closest to him, and said complacently: "He had rejected me before, saying that he didn't have time today. I don't know why his assistant just called and said that he was free again. Tsk! Sure enough, he still wants to make friends with me. He has good vision."

Brown took his hand away and exposed him expressionlessly: "Aren't you a love rival?"

Dowell was in a good mood and hummed a little song: "He is a love rival, but this is not a one-sided love rival. He is now a celebrity in the Sixth Continent. His coming to my birthday party will also let my brother and the old lady at home see my value."

Brown gave him a thumbs up.

"But... you don't have any friendship with Count Lance, why would he change his mind and come to your birthday party? Don't you think it's a bit strange?"

"He can't be interested in me. Some people are coming today... Lillian seems to be coming too..." Dowell didn't care much, stopped the topic, and started talking about which guests were coming today.

...

On the other side.

After sending the message, Qiao Nian put the phone in the backpack, picked up the shoulder bag and went to meet Bethea.

"Hi~ Chemist." The black man was there, and he was very tactful to sit in the passenger seat, leaving the entire back row empty for Qiao Nian alone.

Qiao Nian opened the back door and threw the black bag in, sat in nimbly, fastened his seat belt, and asked: "Where are you going to go in Hong Kong?"

Bethea was responsible for driving: "You tell me."

"OK, let me tell you." The black man raised his hand, glanced at the great god sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror of the sports car, and resigned himself to acting as a "bridge" for communication between the two.

"We plan to find a shopping mall to buy a gift for today's birthday person. We can't go to the birthday party empty-handed."

"Oh." Qiao Nian understood and nodded: "Do I need to prepare something?"

"It depends on you. You are the one brought by Bethia, so you should prepare something. It's okay if you don't want to prepare something. There will be many people at that time, and they won't notice us coming here." The black man thought about it, turned his head and said to the woman driving next to him: "Captain, don't you prepare a gift for the chemist?"

Bethia narrowed her slender peach blossom eyes: "Did I say I won't prepare it for her?"