Tang North was shocked, and he stared at the woman's head, sighing softly, "Indeed, if the Presidential Palace and the Marshal's Mansion were to be united through marriage, it would be the best outcome, I can understand that..."
Emily Stone nodded slightly, she did not look up, but her little face was filled with gratitude...
The military vehicles were moving in a majestic procession, and forty minutes later, they entered the Marshal's Mansion.
Night had already fallen, and as Emily Stone looked at the grand Villa House before her, her heart was unusually calm.
Well, it would be good to see him one more time, she would speak clearly face to face!
Tang North had already informed the butler early, and at the moment the lights in the hall were brightly lit, and apart from Frederick, there was not a single servant.
When Emily Stone entered the hall, she immediately saw the tall figure of the man on the sofa.