One type is indescribable, all records are blank.
One type has no household registration from birth, so everything is blank.
The subordinate, still kneeling, reported: "Young Master, we checked several times, used numerous connections to get relevant departments to investigate, but they all show no such person."
Sebastian Yansford lit a cigar, the same brand, Saint Laurent, a taste he was accustomed to for years, unwilling to change.
"What is he doing with Eva?"
Sebastian's face was very dark, his handsome eyebrows were furrowed in a frown, having one opponent in the Crown Prince was headache enough, but... now Grayson Peyton appears, what's he up to?!
"Young Master, we don't know... but the one thing we can be sure of is that Grayson Peyton doesn't want us to take the young lady away."
"That night at the airport, he even approached the young lady closely, attempting to take her away..."
Sebastian took a drag on his cigar: "And then?"
