After he turned and left the lounge.
Donald Webb sat on the sofa a little annoyed, and muttered to himself, "Fuck, it's just a dog. He dared to pretend to me like this. He said so much, he didn't even pour me a glass of water.
After half an hour a team consisting of a few Rolls-Royce pulled up to the lakeside villa's door.
Lord Banks, Zayne, and Adrian Peters, are waiting at the door. As the cars stopped, Zayne personally stepped forward and opened the rear door of the second Rolls Royce.
Inside the door, there was an old man with silver hair wearing a black embroidered Tom Ford suit . It seemed that he had to be in his 80s. But he was very sturdy, and you couldn’t guess how he actually was.
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