AS August and Daphne went outside the Ace Hotel, a black limousine parked in front of them.

“Let’s go,” said August as he glanced at Daphne.

It was a signal for one of the bodyguards who were also scattered outside the place to open the door for the both of them. As the door to the middle was opened, August assisted Daphne to get in the car first, and he followed afterward.

“To the Remington mansion,” August commanded Nicollo, the driver of the limousine for tonight.

“Yes, young master,” Nicollo answered. He closed the mini-window that was separating the driver’s seat to the back, and he immediately obliged August.

As August regained his reputation as an heir, the true heir this