One of them was a tall, thin, old man in his fifties, with white hair. Although he looked to be in his fifties, his actual age might be even older.
Behind the old man were four young men dressed in black clothes, all of them wearing cold expressions.
Amelia Sanchez noticed these people as well, and subconsciously thought of the Lincoln Family. Just looking at this old man in front of her, Amelia could sense his gaze sizing her up repeatedly.
"Are you Miss?"
The old man started asking, and Amelia looked at him: "I'm Amelia Sanchez. Who are you?"
"I'm the chief steward of the Lincoln family. Miss can call me Old Forest. I came today to take Miss home."
Lincoln's butler slightly bowed his head but did not bend down, indicating no respect at all.
Amelia Sanchez put her hands behind her back and deliberately straightened her spine.