lt;lt;A wealthy wife

In the middle of the courtyard sat a young man, about twenty years old. Even for this group of assassins who had long been accustomed to seeing people, they could only describe his appearance as "amazing." If his looks were already unparalleled, then his cold and noble temperament was even more unique.,The people on the left clearly brightened up upon hearing this. They came here following orders, traveling for miles just for this one man's guarantee. If they failed, their organization wouldn't let them go. These wolves, assassins who attempted to kill the president, now had their lives in this man's hands. Things were much harder for the black man on the right. This statement felt like a death sentence to them. Their goal was the same; the answer they received and the consequences that followed would be equally shared.,The gatekeeper and servants complained as they walked, lamenting the difficulty of this mountain path. It was littered with duck droppings! For a butler serving a second-rate noble family, it truly was a thankless task. While their lives weren't as extravagant as those of the master and mistress, they were still considerably better off than ordinary people. If not for the sudden appearance of this new "young lady," this old man wouldn't have to endure such hardships.。