The doorman hung up the phone, opened the gate and got on a tour bus to open the way for Morris in front.


    Antina Castle is named after Antina, the castle covers an area of thousands of hectares, the internal architectural design isplex, there are some private ces are not allowed to outsiders to enter.


    People from the outside naturally need to be guided outside the door.


    Five minutester, the car stopped at the center of the castle in front of a small European-style building.


    At this time, the door of the small house has upied a man in a tuxedo, wearing white gloves, saw Morrise out from the car, respectfully bowed a salute, made a ‘please’ gesture, “Mr. Morris inside please.”Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org.


    Morris slightly jawed, ced his hands in the pockets of his pants, and followed in with a high view.


    The other side of the living room is a row of disy cabs with various antiques on the shelves and a few famous paintings hanging on the walls.


    Morris raised his eyes and took a nce, most of those paintings looked familiar to him, they were all famous paintings that had been returned by mysterious people at high prices in the auction house.


    The man behind the scenes was actually Frank.


    On the leather sofa in the living room sat a man with blond hair, dressed in silk satin pajamas, leaning back on the sofa with a ss of wine in his hand, knocking on his legs, with cotton slippers hanging from his feet.


    Despite the extremely low temperature outside, the living room was fully heated, even making it feel a little hot.


    His posture is casual, but his face is cold with a bit of ruthlessness, full of aura.


    He is the head of the ck Hand honestly, Frank, a person who makes countless people scared.


    Morris looked at him, walked up, face hooked up to the formic light smile, gentle and elegant, “Mr. Frank, we finally meet.”


    Frank looked at him, raised his hand and touched the two locks of beard around his mouth, his hand holding the wine slightly raised, indicating him to ‘sit’, “Are you alone?”


    “Sure.” Morris walked over to the couch, his long fingers unbuttoning his silver suit and lifting the hem to sit on the couch.


    “More brave than I thought, daring toe to the castle alone.”


    He said, angled a smile, picked up the ss and tasted a mouthful of red wine, and then put down the crossed legs, picked up the waker on the table and poured a ss of red wine for him, and ced the ss in front of Morris, “Aren’t you afraid that there will be no return?”


    The words, with some threatening meaning children.


    Morris smiled lightly, picked up the red wine, sniffed in front of his nose, “I heard that Mr. Frank’s name has an estate that produces red wine, today I can taste it is also an honor.”


    Said, but also really lightly sip a mouthful of red wine in a fine taste.


    Seeing him so calm and rxed, Frank was surprised to raise his eyebrows, and then smiled brightly, “Ha ha ha, I have heard that Mr. Morris is young, mature and stable, today I see that the name is true.”


    Morris smiled back, “I know that Miss Antina speaks good Mandarin, I didn’t expect you to speak it so well.” He raised his eyebrows and put down his tall ss, maintaining his usual calmness, “But you should be very clear about the goal of mying here today.”


    He returned to the point, not liking to beat around the bush.


    Frank knew what he meant, “You’re here about Ethan, aren’t you?”


    “Ethan is my right hand man and my brother for many years. I wonder if Mr. Frank can do me a favor and let him go first?” This is the way to deal with people in the world, and it is also Morris’s usual tactic.