975: Unraveling the Mystery of One's Origin (2)_1

"Yes!" a young bodyguard took the order, bowed slightly to Frederick, his expression stern.

It was then that Frederick got into the car, and soon after, the bodyguards also got into their vehicles one by one and drove out of the hotel, stretching into the distance.

A convoy of twenty to thirty cars merged into the night, the scene was exceptionally magnificent.

The hotel entrance soon returned to normal, leaving behind two black sedans and five or six bodyguards conversing with the manager, apparently ready to compensate for the hotel's damages.

Liam Yancey watched this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips. He wrapped his arm around Tara Summer and entered the hotel, his follower Fierce Eagle handed the car keys to a valet and hurriedly followed.

"Young Master, Owl Eagle..."

"Let him go, he will be fine!"

"Are you that sure?" Tara Summer turned to look at him, seeing his smile, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Liam Yancey, do you know something?"