After the two got in the car, Yancy Shaw’s car turned around and headed towards the Drexler Family’s direction.
And inside the car...
The atmosphere was sowhat strange.
Sumr Shawcross was forced to sit between Sherry and Yancy Shaw.
"How did you do it?" Yancy Shaw stared at Sumr’s face for a while and finally couldn’t help but ask.
This was the first ti he had seen a makeup technique so amazing that it was hard to tell with the naked eye.
Sumr, anxious about Noah Drexler’s situation, half-heartedly responded.
"Trade secret."
Hearing her say this, Yancy Shaw didn’t press further but turned his gaze to the woman beside her.
However, for so unknown reason, when his gaze t this... woman who was also donning an unattractive mask, he inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.
He stared at her for a mont before speaking.
"Are you her cousin?" It seed this woman wasn’t showing her true face either.
Hearing the man’s voice, Sherry then turned her head and glanced at him.
Afraid of giving herself away, she didn’t speak but nodded slightly.
As their eyes t, the expression on Yancy’s face changed slightly.
A few seconds later, he looked away, gazing towards the front of the car.
"Strange..." he muttered to himself.
For so reason, at the mont their eyes t, a peculiar feeling rose within him.
Yancy Shaw’s reaction made Sherry pause; she instinctively took out a small mirror from her bag and checked the reflection of her current face.
With her skin and features altered, and even wearing deep blue contact lenses, she confird that he shouldn’t be able to recognize her, allowing her to breathe a slight sigh of relief and put the mirror back.
...
After a long journey, nearing midnight, the car finally reached the road leading to The Drexler Estate.
A long asphalt road led straight to the gate of The Drexler Estate.
Sumr sat in the car, keeping her head up and looking intently at what lay ahead.
As she saw the castle-like building surrounded by high walls reminiscent of palace walls, her heart tightened.
The closer she got to the building, the more a sense of oppression grew within her.
Perhaps it was because she knew so of what Noah had experienced inside that her first impression of the Drexler Family wasn’t good, hence the feeling.
The car ultimately didn’t enter the main gate but followed the high wall to the back entrance of the Drexler Estate.
As soon as the car stopped, the driver turned off the headlights.
Imdiately, from behind the iron gate, a middle-aged man in a white shirt and deep blue vest work uniform approached the car.
Yancy Shaw rolled down the window.
"Mr. Shaw!" the middle-aged man respectfully greeted.
Yancy nodded and then spoke to him in a tone that sounded more like giving orders than having a conversation.
"Mr. Ye, these people are in your hands now."
Listening to Yancy, Sumr was a bit surprised.
Who would have thought that the Drexler Family’s butler was one of Yancy’s n?
She’d heard before that so powerful figures liked to plant undercover agents in their rivals’ places, and it seed to be true.
"Rest assured, everything you’ve tasked with will be arranged properly," Mr. Ye nodded, maintaining a very respectful attitude.
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