Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

It was a Bentley. Although it was also a luxury car, it was old and not very clean. This was especially the case when compared to Fanny’s white Rolls-Royces, where each of them was as shiny as the brand new ones on

the showroom display.

After the Bentley stopped, an old man alighted.

It was Butler Frank.

“Butler Frank!”

Jordan and Lauren immediately went over when they saw Butler Frank. Stefan also walked over with Chloe.

“Mr. Jordan, welcome home!”

Butler Frank smiled happily as wrinkles appeared on his old face.

Lauren had heard a lot about Butler Frank. Although he was only a butler and Lauren was Jordan’s wife, she did not put on any airs like Hailey did and greeted Butler Frank very respectfully.

“Hello Butler Frank. I’m Jordan’s wife, Lauren.”

Butler Frank hurriedly bowed. “Hello, Mrs. Jordan. Welcome!”

Lauren was thrilled to hear Butler Frank call her Mrs. Jordan and his warm welcome. She had finally come to her husband’s place and could meet his family!

Stefan quickly shook Butler Frank’s hand. “Hello, Mr. Frank. I’m Stefan Howard, Jordan’s father-in-law.”

Butler Frank quickly returned his greeting. “Hello, Mr. Howard.”

Chloe also called out happily, “Hello, Uncle Frank!”

happy to see you. Everyone, please get in

Butler Frank, Fanny and

send that car? Why did they send such a

not bad. It’s a

my god, that’s an old Bentley, okay? Do you know how cheap a second-hand Bentley

reminded her, “Fanny, lower your voice. Don’t say such

“Hmph.” Fanny snorted.

into the car first before walking back with Lauren. He planned to

Fanny plastered on a fake smile. “Yo, Young Master Jordan, so you’re from a rich family. A Bentley was sent to pick you all up. That car is

tell that

cars worth over a million dollars each. Meanwhile, Jordan only

car is indeed a little old. However, Butler Frank is old himself so he prefers old cars. He cherishes old things

amazing. You even have a butler. If the

and I live in South Kensington.

never tell anyone the location

smiled. “My family doesn’t live in South

Jordan admit

 

at the Churchill Bar at One Whitehall Place? Lauren, I’ll leave with your father first. I’ll pick you up

Lauren is the Queen of English bars? Does that mean I don’t have to treat you

to Jordan on the surface and did not say anything too overboard, her words were full of hidden jibes. Moreover, everything she said seemed to be a test, trying

England belong to Lauren. Order whatever you want at the Churchill Bar tonight. You

that

got married, she had another title: The Queen of English Bars! Her friends called her that

given to her by Jordan, the man she loved the most. She liked it

the corner of Jordan’s shirt in embarrassment, she asked softly,

worry, all the bars belong to the same company. The boss of

your identification. I

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