Chapter 811: In Front of Her, Nobody is Important (1)

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In the West, facing Dongfang Yaoyao, within an ancient and mysterious castle, a man dressed in a beige house robe sat at a dining table for over ten people. He flipped through a newspaper while several servants attended to him, sipping on premium hand-ground coffee.

The room was filled with soothing music, behind the man hung vividly colored oil paintings, creating a scene that seemed straight out of a classic Western film from the 80s.

In the castle courtyard, dozens of dark-skinned servants were busy mowing the lawn, feeding the fish, and trimming the excess branches in the garden.

Suddenly, a ring from a telephone call interrupted this bustling yet leisurely time. A slightly overweight servant set down the vase he was polishing and quickly picked up the compact desk phone, then hastened across the long corridor into the dining room and presented the phone to the man in the beige house robe.