"Whether it's out of politeness or respect for power, this is the proper behavior."

Gerald stood next to Downton and explained with a smile. When he said this, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Madeline and the wolf girl. They could be said to be the people who cared least about Sissi in the whole room.

"Sorry, excuse me, I have to meet a friend!"

Sissi responded politely, declined invitations from several wealthy families, and then went to find Downton. As she walked, she ordered the servant, "Ask the head of the business group to deliver the ring to the box where Downton is!"

When the door was pushed open, Downton heard Sissi's oriole-like voice.

"Uncle Miller, don't be so careful. Downton is here, and no one can hurt me!"

A muscular man walked in. With a height of three meters, the roof seemed extremely low, which directly enveloped the box in an iron-blooded atmosphere.

Gerrard's guard subconsciously wanted to step forward, but he stopped him with his eyes.

"Marquis!"

Miller saluted. A talented person like Gerrard is famous in all major wealthy clubs. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!