Lord Lex Gunther came alone.

Waltz Fleur lived here. Since Lord Lex Gunther was Waltz’s godfather, of course he knew the address. But he couldn’t simply disclose Mr. Rockefeller's address to other people. Only people in the inner circle should know.

Hence, when Lord Lex Gunther’s bodyguard wanted to follow him, he refused.

The bodyguard didn’t deserve to know where Mr. Rockefeller lived!

The main gate was left open. Before Lord Lex Gunther even entered, he heard a woman saying something in an exasperated tone.

He vaguely heard his name and the mention of someone’s rage.

“Is Mr. Rockefeller’s mother-in-law still upset?”

“I’ve already made Penelope’s family lick all the toilet bowls in California Plaza. Is that not quite enough? How about getting them to lick Grandview Mall’s toilets too?”

At this moment, Penelope Fernandez and her family had already vomited their bile juices. As California Plaza’s general manager, she was usually very privileged. She would only enter high-class