Paul

"Master, slow down, be careful you don't fall…"

The old gray-haired butler supported a dignified-looking man with salt-and-pepper hair as they slowly stepped off the plane. Seeing that the man's pace was a little faster, the butler quickly chided.

"Becker, you don't need to support me."

The dignified man pulled his arm away and said wryly, "Old man, I'm not the same Paul Blanc as before."

"Alright, Master."

Seeing this, the gray-haired butler released his grip.

Looking at this stubborn butler, the man with a dignified expression just shook his head helplessly. The other man was five years older than him and had served him all his life. It was difficult to blame the butler's old habits.

Under the plane, there were already a dozen bodyguards standing with their hands behind their backs. When they saw him getting off the plane, they all moved forward, shielding him with their bodies, and then led him to the airport.