Honorable Hubby Behind Me

Chapter 1197

At ten o'clock in the evening, Hillside Villa was brightly lit.

Samuel began to regret what he had done.

It had been two hours since the security department had submitted the

information on the hotels and restaurants to him at eight o'clock.

Not only him, but everyone in the villa was also involved. Even He Ting, who knew

nothing about calligraphy, was dragged into the battlefield by Samuel.

"No way."

"This doesn't work either."

"It's too small to accommodate so many people."

"The environment is too messy. How can it be worthy of my great-granddaughter's banquet?"

"Too ancient. No, my granddaughter is not suitable for such a place."

Everyone had their own opinions; so many places were included in the range of neglect.

Samuel collapsed on the sofa. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have been the one to interfere in this kind of job. He would have left it to Manfred and let him worry about it.

"I'm really asking for trouble," Samuel said with a bitter face.

Yvonne glared at him and said, "Can it be called suffering since it is in such a big matter of our daughter?"

Samuel shrank his neck and said hurriedly, "I haven't finished yet. There's sweetness in the bitter."

Everyone else was used to this Samuel, who had no stance in front of Yvonne.

They merely smiled faintly in the face of this matter and did not say anything else. Godfrey was the person who admired Yvonne the most in his heart. With Samuel's current status, he still loved Yvonne so much. It was undeniable that this was the greatest blessing for Yvonne.

When Samuel had just married into the Sue family, who would have thought that Yvonne would have such a day? Who would have thought that Samuel, who had been spurned by thousands of people, would be able to be so high and mighty?

endless wealth and honor waiting for her. However, Godfrey had no

set off from another location. However,

prepare a lavish gift for the great-granddaughter whom

the Royal Grand Theater, the world's most famous piano master, Albert, had just ended his own performance fair. For a great artist like him, every performance fair would be

sorry, but Albert doesn't accept private meetings. Not even you, a noble, are allowed to meet him. Please leave." Nangong Boling didn't show up until the end of the performance, but he was stopped

die, then leave quickly.

coldly. How dare he be so disrespectful to Albert? Could it be that this old fogey didn't know what sort of status Albert held in the upper class? Even those royal

"I also advise..."

bodyguard could finish his words, he was suddenly hit hard on the chest with his eyes wide open and a

probably didn't

this, they felt as if they were

after hearing about this, Albert's attitude had been extremely angry. To a high-class artist like him, how could someone who hadn't

him leave. I'm warning him not to offend me. Otherwise, I won't even give him a chance

of the lounge was kicked open,

really have a bad temper." Nangong Boling walked

hell out of here right now. Otherwise, don't blame

the eyes of Nangong Boling, these so-called artists were no different from

of the royal family, but I happen to know such a person. I have already informed him, and believe that he is already on

thinking that Nangong Boling was just making fun of

after a short period of time, the appearance of a golden-haired

the great figure of the royal family he

the old man called respectfully

seeing. As the

Nangong Boling asked faintly. A master of piano, a famous artist, seemed to be a piano player in his eyes. "Mr. Nangong, I do have a deep relationship with him, but if he offends you, we will no longer be friends," the

to have him be my great-granddaughter's teacher. What

best candidate. It's also an honor for him."

"Mr. Nangong, this is my honor. How

Boling smiled faintly. The so-called great artist

with him?" Nangong Boling asked Albert. "He's an old friend of mine. If Mr. Nangong wants to talk to him, I can help," Albert said with a nod. "Alright, tell him to come to China within

was a question that made Albert curious. He wanted to know how old Nangong Boling's granddaughter was. After all, both piano and painting required talent. If they missed the period of

how old is

than a hundred days," Nangong Boling

a child who didn't even know how to walk learn how to