"Yes, but I can express my gratitude to you."
Revelle immediately smiled, "This gratitude will be the best gift of my life up to this moment. I will help you."
Griss frowned slightly from the side.
Good fellow, this young Earl of the Empire with a promising future, can he really brown-nose like this?
Personal worship really shouldn't be encouraged.
He was different, though. It was mainly because of those tens of millions of membership fees and the constant deputy president's salary that he showed such profound respect for the White Ghost.
"I have two guest rooms upstairs," Yang Ming said with a smile, "If you two get tired, you can go to sleep. I'll continue to wait here for the news."
The elder beside asked, "Earl Hanton, Princess Daphne?"
"She's probably pondering over life."
Just as Yang Ming finished speaking, Daphne had already walked out of the reception room, with a faint smile on her lips, as if nothing had happened, and sat on the sofa opposite Yang Ming.
