Outside the luxurious duplex presidential suite in the ancient castle, dozens of men in neatly pressed black suits stood in two solemn, respectful columns flanking the door.
Among them stood an exceptionally elegant, pale-skinned middle-aged man in formal attire, exuding the aura of ancient aristocracy. At this moment, however, he was positioned behind an old man with deep red eyes and white hair, adopting the posture of an aide following a great personage.
This sight immediately shocked and even terrified Apel, who had come to open the door. She knew exactly who the elegant, pale-skinned man was: the Chief Steward of the esteemed Brad Family, a major figure at the pinnacle of power in Italy! They had met once before, and she had received a stern command from him…
But now, she truly couldn't fathom why the Brad Family's Chief Steward, a man whom even high-ranking Italian officials wouldn't dare to slight, would assume such a humble stance before another old man. Could it be...?
