"There’s absolutely no such thing. I arranged for elites to handle it."
"Can’t even find those two big living people, and you dare to call yourselves elites! I think you’re all idiots!"
The other party’s face was somewhat displeased hearing Claire Lowell’s relentless scolding, but considering her status, they chose to endure.
"Miss Lowell, I’m sorry. It’s my subordinates’ incompetence."
Claire didn’t notice the other’s displeasure and arrogantly said, "Since you know you’re incompetent, hurry up and improve your skills." Suddenly, she thought of something: "Don’t investigate the Lord of the Dark Tower’s whereabouts anymore. I want you to investigate someone else. I’ll send you a photo later."
The other party originally wanted to refuse. Although this Miss Lowell was generous, she was just too hard to please, and they no longer wanted her business. Latest content publıshed on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝓷𝓮𝓽
However, Claire hung up the phone as soon as she finished speaking, not giving them a chance to refuse at all.
Claire wasn’t aware that she was almost refused. In her mind, anyone who knew her identity would never refuse her.
As for Nameless, he was an exception.
Claire took out an album, found a cherished photo, and took a picture of it with her phone to send it to that person.
Claire didn’t immediately put the album away but instead tenderly touched the man in the photo who appeared cold and aloof.
This photo was obtained with much difficulty after seeing Nameless’s true appearance, and it was the only photo of Nameless she possessed.
In the years Nameless left the Umbral Zone, she relied on this single photo to endure endless longing and get through those long, boundless nights.
Thankfully, he finally returned.
Even though there were some hiccups, Claire was convinced that this man was meant to be with her, and he would belong to her.
In this world, except for her, no one else was qualified to stand by his side.
Dante Drake parked the car by the roadside, looking at the bustling street outside. No matter how he tried to recall, he couldn’t think of any well-known restaurants on this street. Instead, there were stalls everywhere, and even sitting in the car, he could hear the peddlers hawking their goods.
"This is the place. Let’s get out of the car."
Dante saw that Raina North was about to lead their Lord out of the car and couldn’t help but ask, "Madam, why don’t you first tell me which restaurant, so I can reserve a private room."
"No problem, I’ll talk to the owner, and we can book the whole place."
"You want to book the whole place?" Raina was quite surprised, "That might not be easy."
Upon hearing this, Dante immediately said, "Please rest assured, Madam. I, Dante Drake, have some influence in the Umbral Zone, and it’s just booking a place. They will be willing to give me that honor, not to mention, the owner will receive ample compensation and won’t suffer a loss."
"But the place I want to go to has many owners. By the time you finish negotiating, it’ll probably be daybreak. Are Elias and I not supposed to enjoy the night market?"
"What? Night market?" Dante doubted his ears.
"Yes." Raina said, "Is there a problem?"
Problem, there is definitely a problem.
What kind of person is their Lord? How could he come to a night market?
However, before he could protest, Elias Hawthorne already said, "No need for such trouble. Let’s get out of the car."
"Lord!" Dante couldn’t help but shout, then saw their Lord’s gaze sweeping over him.
All his words got stuck in his throat, and in the end, all he could manage was, "I’ll go park the car."