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 old housekeeper thought this, and she became even more displeased with the young mistress. As for the servants, they were originally sent by the second mistress to gather information. Seeing the head butler's anger now, they took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire. Offending the old housekeeper would be enough to make this young mistress suffer for half a pot! Hmph!。