"Mr. Campbell."
Ralph, who had been waiting eagerly at the gate, approached and bowed respectfully.
"Mr. Ralph, you seem to have a lot on your mind."
As Campbell spoke, he walked inside.
Following behind him, Ralph suppressed a belly full of words he hesitated to utter.
He had many questions to ask.
But the gate was not a good place for conversation. If he couldn't wait and started asking here, it would be a very impolite act.
The surname Campbell belonged to an ancient noble lineage in Europe, tracing back hundreds of years among the old European elite, they valued etiquette greatly.
After ten minutes, the Curtis brothers and Campbell sat down on the sofas in the study.
Servants brought in fine British tea, and Jeff waved his hand for them to leave.
Once the door closed, Ralph could no longer contain himself; the composed expression on his face suddenly collapsed.
