Honorable Hubby Behind Me novel Chapter 1197

At ten o'clock in the evening, Hillside Villa was brightly lit.

Samuel began to regret what he had done.

It had been two hours since the security department had submitted the information on the hotels and restaurants to him at eight o'clock.

Not only him, but everyone in the villa was also involved. Even He Ting, who knew nothing about calligraphy, was dragged into the battlefield by Samuel.

"No way."

"This doesn't work either."

"It’s too small to accommodate so many people."

"The environment is too messy. How can it be worthy of my great-granddaughter's banquet?"

"Too ancient. No, my granddaughter is not suitable for such a place."

Everyone had their own opinions; so many places were included in the range of neglect.

Samuel collapsed on the sofa. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn’t have been the one to interfere in this kind of job. He would have left it to Manfred and let him worry about it.

"I'm really asking for trouble," Samuel said with a bitter face.

Yvonne glared at him and said, "Can it be called suffering since it is in such a big matter of our daughter?"

Samuel shrank his neck and said hurriedly, "I haven't finished yet. There's sweetness in the bitter."

Everyone else was used to this Samuel, who had no stance in front of Yvonne.

They merely smiled faintly in the face of this matter and did not say anything else.

Godfrey was the person who admired Yvonne the most in his heart. With Samuel's current status, he still loved Yvonne so much. It was undeniable that this was the greatest blessing for Yvonne.

When Samuel had just married into the Sue family, who would have thought that Yvonne would have such a day? Who would have thought that Samuel, who had been spurned by thousands of people, would be able to be so high and mighty?

If Lydia hadn’t been obsessed with this, she wouldn't have walked on this road of death, and she would have enjoyed endless wealth and honor waiting for her.

However, Godfrey had no sympathy or sympathy for Lydia. From the moment she left Han Nian on the balcony, Godfrey wished he could kill her.

At the same time, Hangong Boling had also set off from another location. However, he did not return directly to China. Instead, he went to another place.

He had to prepare a lavish gift for the great-granddaughter whom he had never met.

In the Royal Grand Theater, the world's most famous piano master, Albert, had just ended his own performance fair. For a great artist like him, every performance fair would be able to attract the attention of many nobles. Moreover, the price of tickets for the performance fair was also second to none in the world.

"I’m sorry, but Albert doesn't accept private meetings. Not even you, a noble, are allowed to meet him. Please leave.” Nangong Boling didn’t show up until the end of the performance, but he was stopped by Albert's bodyguards.

"Let me give you some kind advice. If you don't want to die, then leave quickly. You don't have the right to stop me," Nangong Boling said indifferently.

The bodyguard laughed coldly. How dare he be so disrespectful to Albert? Could it be that this old fogey didn't know what sort of status Albert held in the upper class? Even those royal nobles had to be polite to him.

"I also advise..."

Before the bodyguard could finish his words, he was suddenly hit hard on the chest with his eyes wide open and a look of disbelief on his face. Then he fell straight down.

Until he died, he probably didn't know what was going on.

When the other bodyguards saw this, they felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

And in the resting room, after hearing about this, Albert’s attitude had been extremely angry. To a high-class artist like him, how could someone who hadn't made an appointment in advance have the right to meet him?

"No matter who it is, let him leave. I'm warning him not to offend me. Otherwise, I won't even give him a chance to live here." Albert angrily berated.

As soon as the words were spoken, the door of the lounge was kicked open, and all the bodyguards outside the door had fallen down.

"Great artist, you really have a bad temper." Nangong Boling walked into the lounge with a smile on his face.