Since his own foundation was already perfect, it didn’t take much ti to do the styling.
Baron Lawrence checked his watch, and at that mont, the driver arrived.
As soon as he saw him, he imdiately said, "Lord, the items you requested are ready."
"Let see."
The driver handed over an exquisite gift box, and Baron Lawrence opened the box, taking a glance at the expensive-looking luxury watch inside.
He closed the box and handed it back to the driver, "It’s good."
Although he didn’t know what Old Madam Habsden liked, it was quite easy to find out what Edward Jackson liked. A quick search revealed that Edward Jackson loved collecting watches. So gifting a watch to Edward Jackson was a perfect choice.
He looked in the mirror; even though he didn’t know what the hell they had applied under his eyes, at least from the mirror, his complexion did look better than before. At least, it didn’t show that he hadn’t slept all night.
Baron Lawrence was sowhat satisfied and instructed the driver, "Get ready, we are leaving."
"Yes, Lord."
Five minutes later, Baron Lawrence was seated in the Lincoln car.
The driver headed towards the manor...
*
In the car, the man who was quite satisfied with his appearance earlier started to get anxious again. Looking at his reflection projected on the screen, he frowned and asked the driver, "Wouldn’t my hair look better if it were more natural?"
The driver glanced through the rearview mirror, feeling nothing special and replied, "No, Lord, it’s fine as it is now."
"But it would be better if it looked more natural!"
Shit!
What was he thinking earlier, why did he let them spray so hairspray on his hair?
"Turn the car around! I want to redo my hair!" Baron Lawrence narrowed his hawk-like eyes and spoke with a thin-lipped command.
The driver doubted his own ears and hadn’t reacted yet.
The person in the back was already impatiently urging him, "I told you to turn the car around, don’t you understand human language?"
The driver finally reacted, carefully smiling apologetically, "Lord, it’s already eight-thirty, if we turn back, I’m afraid we won’t make it to your appointed ti."
They were still more than ten minutes away from the manor.
Turning back now ant they might not arrive even by nine-thirty.
The angry person stiffened all over, raised his wrist, and checked the ti.
Sure enough, it was already eight-thirty.
Turning back at this ti, as the driver said, there wouldn’t be enough ti to do anything.
But...
He rembered when he just got in the car intending to review the etiquette for eting parents for the first ti, he accidentally saw another answer suggesting that when eting parents, one’s attire should be as natural as possible and not too deliberate or formal, or it would lack warmth. This made him anxious and uneasy again.
Baron Lawrence felt like there were nails under his seat, wishing he could turn back ti by an hour!
The driver, in this extrely anxious and tense atmosphere, was breathing cautiously, afraid that the anger might accidentally spill over to him.
However, no matter how careful he was and how much he tried to diminish his presence, what was ant to happen still happened.
"Have you ever t the parents?"
"Uh, Lord, what did you say?" The driver was taken aback.
Baron Lawrence’s brows were full of irritation, "I asked if you’ve ever t the girlfriend’s parents?"
"I... I have."
Of course, he had t his wife’s parents, otherwise, how would he be married?
Baron Lawrence seed to see a walking answer machine, suddenly looking at him, asking seriously, "How did you et them? What were you wearing at the ti? Sothing more formal or more natural?"
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