After Luke was seated, Ray looked at Luca and Jason.


    He was not at all arrogant. Instead, he was very polite to them because of Luke. "Get in."


    "Thank you." Luca and Jason got into the Rolls-Royce.


    Ray got into the carst. He closed the door and told the driver to drive them home.


    The dazzling Rolls-Royce drove off.


    Pierre watched the Rolls-Royce leave, silently jotted down the license te number, squinted, and


    stood at the airport gate.


    He was thinking about how the man who picked up Luke seemed familiar. ''Who is he?''


    Pierre thought that he was familiar with Luke''swork, but after he arrived in Russia, he discovered


    that there was a lot that he did not know...


    Mr. Peralta made the necessary arrangements and walked over to Pierre while holding two suitcases.


    "Boss, the car is already waiting over there."


    "What car?" Pierre was still looking in the direction that the Rolls-Royce left.


    "The car that''s here to send us to the hotel." Mr. Peralta was a little taken aback. He was not sure why


    Pierre asked that.


    ''Isn''t it expected that we''d head to the hotel after leaving the airport?''


    Pierre looked straight at Mr. Peralta and repeated himself, "What I''m asking is, what brand of car is it?"


    "It''s a Mercedes-Benz..." Mr. Peralta said. He was boggled. He did not know that Pierre had


    preferences for the car''s brand.


    "Just a Mercedes-Benz?" Pierre was dissatisfied as a Rolls-Royce had picked Luke up.


    It was not that he did not have a Rolls-Royce. However, when he saw the scene, he startedparing


    himself to Luke. For just a moment, he felt that he was behind Luke.


    Mr. Peralta noticed his dissatisfaction and quickly replied, "Boss, you didn''t mention anything about


    wanting a specific car. It''s impossible to find another car now..."


    The car was arranged by the hotel. He had topped up some money to get this Mercedes-Benz so that


    their ride would be bearable.


    Mr. Peralta thought that this arrangement would satisfy Pierre, but unexpectedly, he was still unhappy


    with it.


    "Forget it. Make sure you get a better car after this," Pierre said. "Lead the way."


    Mr. Peralta breathed a sigh of relief when Pierre agreed to get into the car. He was worried that Pierre


    would choose to wait by the entrance for another car because he was not satisfied with it.


    The hotel had called Pierre the day before to confirm if he wanted a Mercedes-Benz to pick him up.


    They mentioned that if he wanted another car, he had to inform them one day in advance.


    "Yes," Mr. Peralta dragged the two suitcases and walked forward.


    After he got in the car, Pierre took out his phone and found someone. "Find out who owns this car with


    this license te number."


    In Russia, not many could afford a Rolls-Royce.


    It was either the person who picked Luke up rented the car, or he was loaded.


    Although Pierre did not want to admit it, when he saw the side profile and back of that person, he


    thought it was more likely to be thetter. The man looked like someone not to be messed with.


    Mr. Peralta sat in the passenger seat andmunicated with the driver in English, intending to ask the


    driver about the process of changing to another car.


    Unfortunately, the driver did not have a goodmand of English. The two tried their best to


    communicate with each other, but Mr. Peralta still did not understand what the driver was talking about.


    Pierre, who was sitting at the back, was irritated. He asked, "Didn''t you find out about all these when


    we arrived?"


    "I''m sorry, Boss. I didn''t manage it well." Mr. Peralta groaned inwardly. Pierre usually drove a


    Mercedes- Benz, so he thought that Pierre would be alright to travel around for business with this car


    since the specifications of this Mercedes-Benz were fairly decent.


    He did not expect that Pierre would be dissatisfied.


    ...


    On the other hand.


    Ray''s driver drove them to the vi.


    Luca thought that the exterior of the vi looked unfamiliar.


    Luke asked, "You''ve changed addresses?"


    "Yeah, my sister didn''t like the old vi. She said that the style is too outdated, so she changed to a


    newer vi." Ray said as he instructed the driver not to carry the luggage of Luke and others.


    They were there as guests and would just be staying for a meal.


    Ray had suggested Luke stay in his vi, but thetter turned him down saying that staying in a hotel


    would be more convenient considering their schedule.


    As such, he had to follow Luke''s will.


    Luke knew that it was not that Vivian did not like the style of the previous vi but Gordan.


    Vivian could give up everything for Gordan. Although Vivian was not good-looking, Gordon was a lucky


    man to be loved so fervently by a woman.


    "The environment here is great," Lukemented.


    Ray''s smile was not deep. He was reluctant to let Vivian move here because the security system here


    was far inferior to the previous vi''s.


    However, she opted to put aside her safety for Gordan''s sake.


    Ray had topromise because there was no other way.


    "Come in." Ray pressed his fingerprint on the lock and opened the door.


    Luke was pushed into the vi by the driver.


    In front of the vi was a spacious garden. The flowers and leaves had fallen because it was winter.


    The bare branches were covered with thin ice, and it felt a little depressing.


    The few of them walked across the long garden path to the main house.


    Vivian was waiting there. When she saw that Luke was in a wheelchair, she eximed and stepped


    forward, asking, "Brother, what happened?"


    She referred to Luke as Gordan did.


    "It was a minor ident. Nothing to worry about." Luke tried to soften his expression as much as


    possible when facing Vivian.


    Vivian was immensely insecure due to her appearance. She was a little more sensitive, and if he acted


    cold, Vivian might overthink and assume that he did not like her.


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    After all, Gordan had also decided to stay by Vivian''s side.


    They were family now.


    "Uh..." Vivian frowned. She asked cautiously, for fear of poking his sore spot, "Can you still stand?"


    "It''s just a broken bone. Didn''t Ray tell you?" Luke looked at Ray and assumed that he had not told her


    anything.


    Vivian looked at Ray and smiled.


    Ray was somewhat dissatisfied as he replied, "I didn''t have the time."


    Since Vivian was so focused on Gordan, she did not have time to listen to him ramble about everything


    and anything.


    "I''m sorry, I was negligent." Vivian med herself as she believed that she should be well aware of her


    guests''test news.


    Gordan''s voice came from inside the house. "Is Brother here?"


    He asked twice, and before he finished his sentence, Gordan quickly ran out. When he saw Luke, he


    was not surprised. Instead, he asked, "Brother, you haven''t removed your cast yet?"


    Vivian was taken aback when she heard what Gordan said.


    ‘He knows about Luke''s injury? Why didn''t he tell me anything...''


    That was not something out of the ordinary since Gordan loathed talking to her about household topics.


    Usually, she was the one talking while all he did was listen...


    Although she was used to it, Vivian still felt a little hurt.


    "It''s not been a month." Luke looked at Gordan, then at Vivian. They were together, but something was


    still off.