The Damien family’s butler recognized Ethan instantly as their eyes met.
He hesitated for a second, almost giving a deep bow out of respect, but immediately remembered Mr. Sam’s strict instructions.
The richest master in the county had explained clearly to him.
Ethan preferred a low profile and didn’t want to attract attention. Restraining himself, the butler smiled politely and instead offered a subtle bow.
As he straightened up, he glanced back at Ethan, fully aware that this “son-in-law” was clearly a man of far greater influence than anyone else around seemed to understand.
Mrs. Evans stood nearby, her gaze fixed on the car parked in front of their house.
Its sleek, polished exterior was wrapped with a ribbon, and beside it were fifty luxurious boxes. The ribbon-like objects
