Chapter 132

The first time he arrived here, the better-off imperial immigrants merely watched Lance from a distance, passing judgment on the arrival of a stranger.

The second time he came, although people still didn't recognize him, some would smile and nod in greeting because of Mr. Jiobaf's willingness to exchange a few words with him.

By the third visit, there were those who could call out his name, thanks largely to Mr. Burton's publicity efforts.

For a new immigrant driving a car, it was comforting to feel, "This is my friend, so respecting him is the same as respecting me."

Now, people had started to refer to him as "Mr. Lance," even though to these middle-aged individuals, his age was not much different from their children's.

Yet they respected, esteemed, and even somewhat revered him.