Lord Emerson's POV
The gathering didn't go well as usual. My lawmakers wanted me to marry and give an heir, something I know won't be happening soon. As the driver drove to the gate of the mansion, I noticed he stopped, and I had to look up to realize a car was blocking the entrance. I wasn't expecting a visitor, so I was curious to know who it was.
For a few moments, the car didn't move, neither did the person inside come out. That made my driver honk at the car. “Who the heck is that?” I asked in an annoyed tone. I wasn't in a good mood, and any little thing would flare me up.
“I should come down and check,” my driver suggested, but I stopped him. “I'll go myself.” “But what if it's an assassin?” he spoke worriedly, while I only scoffed and positioned my gun properly in my waist for e
