Chapter 168: The Proprietress Offers a Limited Edition with Childhood Sweetheart.

Downtown.

Several Maybachs parked at the entrance of a detached villa.

In front, there was a stretched Lincoln.

Five or six bodyguards in suits and sunglasses got out of the cars, opened the front door, and a middle-aged man with a cane stepped out.

The man was clad in a tailored, vintage suit and had a slightly lean figure. As he walked, it was apparent he had a limp.

Yet his presence was so commanding it felt difficult to breathe.

"You all go back first," he said.

The man's voice had a slightly more aged rasp to it than his actual years.

"Yes," came the chorus of replies.

The guards, after responding, got back into their cars and left.

Only one bodyguard remained in the car, waiting.

The man gazed at the detached villa in front of him.

His eyes glazed over with memories of years past flooding into his mind, and at last, he sighed and entered.

Walking into the house,

The elderly lady continued to knit.