Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Dowell half-jokingly glared at him: "You didn't drink enough?"

Brown shrugged his shoulders, closed his mouth very politely, and made a zipper-sealing gesture, smiling and giving Dowell enough face.

Lance knew very well that their little episode of singing the same tune was to express their respect for him through the value of this glass of wine.

As a master immersed in social occasions, he would naturally not let the surprises specially prepared by others fall to the ground. So he raised his thin lips slightly and answered politely: "Then thank you Mr. Dowell for the wine."

"Count Lance is too polite!" Dowell was very happy that he was so polite. He winked at the waiter beside him and lowered his voice and said: "Go and get my collection of wine."

"Okay."

After a while, several waiters escorted the bottle of precious tequila that was said to be worth more than 3 million US dollars. Under the tipsy lights, they poured two glasses with a full sense of ceremony.

One glass was handed to Dowell.

Dowell passed it to the cold and arrogant man first: "Count Lance, please."

Count Lance took the wine he handed over, but he didn't rush to drink it. He sniffed the aroma of the wine first. When he saw Dowell took the wine glass from the same bottle of wine handed over by the waiter and took a sip, he lowered his eyes and took a sip of the tequila in the glass.

The iced tequila tastes excellent, soft and slid down the throat with a sweet aftertaste.

He narrowed his deep eyes slightly, took away the wine glass without comment, and curled the corners of his lips without much interest.

It is indeed a good wine.

But he is not a person who has never seen the world. He has a lot of wine of this value in his private wine cellar, both red and white. This glass of tequila is just a glass of wine for him.

But he didn't plan to spend too much time with them here, so he raised the glass in his hand and said indifferently: "Good wine."

"The Earl of Reims appreciates it, that's its value." Dowell thought he liked it, so he asked the waiter to add half a glass for him, and then he turned to Brown to find a topic to avoid the atmosphere that had finally heated up to cool down.

Seeing that they were chatting hotly again.

The man's slender fingers grasped the wine glass and shook it gently, and his body leaned back slightly, ready to sit for another ten minutes and find an excuse to leave.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Ten minutes is not a long time, and it should pass quickly in this atmosphere.

But Lance didn't know if he could hold out for ten minutes. Just as Dowell said, "I just received a call saying that the eldest lady will come too. My birthday party today is really glorious. Earl Lance came specially, and the eldest lady..."

"Bang——"

Brown and others only heard the sound of the collision, and saw the tall and handsome man suddenly stand up, his breath seemed to be suppressed, and his voice was hoarse and cold: "I'm going out to answer a phone call."

Everyone was startled by the sudden cold atmosphere.

Brown and Dowell didn't know what happened, but they stood up to smooth things over very tactfully.

"Ah, okay, okay."

"Earl Lance, do you want me to lead the way for you?"

"No. I'll go there by myself."

The man's eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. The handsome face under the mask was full of irritability and depression at this moment.

Before he left, he stopped when he passed Dowell, and his sharp eyes like a knife and axe roamed around his face.