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Chapter 382 Sorry That I'm Late Tyson suddenly froze.
Thomas's pupils dilated widely as he looked at Draxton in shock.
As for Draxton, he slowly raised his head to look at them. “Since you two recognize me, why hide it and pretend not to know me?” The corners of Thomas’s mouth twitched. He smiled awkwardly and said, “Well... Sir, | don’t understand what you're saying.
Draxton glanced at him and smiled faintly. “I'll assthat you don’t understand. But Second Master will get it.” As he spoke, he looked at Tyson's stiff back.
Meanwhile, Isabella had heard everything clearly through the golden butterfly stud in the Hendrixes’ residence.
She lowered her eyes and fell into deep thought. “The district masters in Paradise Settlement are all Julian's people. The only one who doesn’t comply with him has been assassinated.
“In that case, won't Draxton be in danger? “He has revealed Second Master's identity. That means he doesn’t intend to play nice with them.” Without hesitation, Isabella used the phone in the house to make a call. “Draxton is in the Riley family. He is deeply grateful to the two Miss Rileys for saving his life. He said he wants to repay their kindness with spring water. Please send two bottles of spring water to them.” Since Draxton had unmasked Tyson's identity, Thomas and Tyson decided to drop their pretense.
The guards of the Riley family formed three circles around Draxton.
Thomas sneered. “What a pity, Mr. Lockwood. It was unlucky for you to have been brought back by my two daughters. Tell me, where is your wife now?” Draxton glanced at him indifferently and sit down on the couch at the side. The coffee in the coffee maker had already turned cold. He looked up at Thomas and pointed at the coffee maker.
“Mr. Riley, makea cup of coffee. What's the hurry? Why don’t we all sit down and talk over a coffee?” He acted like the man of the house.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOn the contrary, Thomas and Tyson seemed like the guests.
Ingrid and Ivory stood at the side and looked at Draxton with admiration, “He is so handsome!” “I have never seen such an incredible man.” “If normal people were in this kind of situation, they would have pissed their pants and begged for mercy or gone hysterical to fight their way out.
“However, there was something about this man, even if he is just sitting there casually, he looks as majesty as a king.
“He is born to be a leader.
“He is so good-looking, even the nightrobe on his body doesn’t undermine his charm one bit.
“Oh my god!” Thomas gestured for a servant to make coffee. When he looked up and saw his daughters’ fan-girl looks, his face instantly turned red with anger.
These two are good-for-nothings!” Pointing to the seats opposite him, Draxton said to Thomas and Tyson, “Guys, take a seat. How are we supposed to talk if both of you are standing?” Thomas's face was gloomy, whereas Tyson pondered for a moment and let out a long sigh. “Mr. Lockwood looks confident. Could it be that Mrs. Lockwood and the people from Clan Mobius are coming to save you?” Draxton answered lightly, “No.” “Then why are you so calm? Do you really think we don’t have the nerve to kill you?” Tyson asked curiously.
Draxton replied, “I rarely sit down and chat with irrelevant people. However, | don’t think you're irrelevant. So, let's sit down and have a good talk.” After Tyson and Thomas sat down, a servant brought the coffee over. Draxton served the coffee to the two of them.
“I've only served coffee to my elders, wife, and children. Apart from them, no one has enjoyed this privilege before. But you're going to be my own people. It's worth it.” Thomas immediately looked at Draxton as if he was looking at a lunatic. His eyes were filled with disdain. Tyson scoffed, “Mr. Lockwood, are you going to persuade us to pledge loyalty to you?” Draxton took a sip of the coffee without answering.
Just then, a guard rushed in and walked to Thomas's side. He said, “Mr. Riley, Mr. Joshua Miller, the president of the underground chamber of commerce is here.” Thomas was shocked. His face filled with disbelief.
“I've never had any dealings with Joshua before. Many people want to get in with the underground chamber of commerce, but they don’t know the right way. Why does he suddenly cby today? “No matter what, it is a good thing.
“Perhaps something rare has been found in our family’s territory and Joshua is interested in it, so he has personally cto discuss it.
“This is a great opportunity to befriend him.
“I must seize it!” Thomas had no tto think too much about it. He looked at Draxton with a contemptuous expression and said, “Mr. Lockwood, | need to receive an esteemed guest. Please wait here for a moment.” After saying that, he had a few words with Tyson before hurrying out.
Just as he was walking out, he saw Joshua striding over.
Joshua had brought more than a hundred guards in black combat suits with him.
Every guard was heavily armored with weapons in their hands, giving off a murderous aura.
Thomas vaguely felt that something was wrong.
However, he still welcomed Joshua with a smile. “Mr. Miller, what brings you here? What a great honor to have you in my humble abode.” Joshua smiled politely and stepped forward. “Mr. Riley, you're too polite. Sorry that I've cuninvited. | hope you don’t mind.” “What are you talking about, Mr. Miller? | wonder if there’s anything we can do for you?” Joshua smiled and said, “There's nothing | need to trouble you with. I'm actually here to deliver something to your daughters.” Thomas was stunned, then overjoyed.
*loshua is here for my daughters.
“Is it because he has taken a fancy to one of them? “It would be amazing if we can be allied by marriage.
“Our family will have a meteoric rise in status and beca family with the underground chamber of commerce!” Seeing that Thomas was in a trance, Joshua asked, “Mr. Riley, aren't you going to inviteto talk inside?” Thomas was reluctant because Draxton was in the main hall. So, he could only lead Joshua to the side hall.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmUnexpectedly, Joshua turned around and pointed at the main hall. “Hey, there are people in there. | like making new friends. Mr Riley, let's go there.” Thomas was in a dilemma. However, it was too late to lock Draxton up and his two daughters were also in the main hall. If Joshua took a fancy to one of them, they would be family sooner or later. It was unnecessary to keep him in the dark about what had happened to Draxton.
Hence, Thomas invited Joshua into the main hall with a smile.
In the main hall, Tyson was staring at Draxton who was enjoying the coffee relaxedly. There was a strange vibe in the room.
Right then, Thomas and Joshua cin. The hundred-odd heavy-armored guards brought by Joshua also followed them in.
Tyson immediately stood up and walked forward when he saw Joshua, “Mr. Miller, | didn’t expect to see you here.” Joshua smiled back and said, “Second Master, long tno see.” After exchanging pleasantries, Joshua turned around and looked at Draxton.
Thomas's gaze shifted between Joshua and his two daughters. He was wondering which daughter Joshua was interested in.
However, he realized that his two daughters only took a quick glance at Joshua before directing their amorous gaze at Draxton.
Judging from the way the girls looked at Joshua, they didn’t seem to know each other.
Thomas was a little puzzled.
At the stime, Joshua went around the small table to Draxton.
Thomas and Tyson were surprised to see that.
“Mr. Miller, you know Mr. Lockwood?” Tyson asked tentatively.
Joshua turned to look at him and smiled. “Yes, | do.” After saying that, he was down on one knee and looked at Draxton. “Mr. Lockwood, | clate. Sorry to put you through this.”