Chapter 127

An elderly gentleman dressed in a tuxedo and leaning on a cane, slowly walked into the room.

Upon seeing the elder, George rushed forward and bowed respectfully. "Mr. Earl, l, these are the two individuals who claim that even Mr. Sirius should respect them."

Earl scrutinized Vivianne and Frederick. The man was ordinary-looking, and the woman, aside from her beauty, had nothing particularly remarkable about her. He shook his head dismissively and smirked.

Sensing Earl's gaze, Vivianne instinctively took two steps back. It was an aura of authority that made her feel suffocated.

She carefully examined Earl. The tuxedo he wore was a custom-made piece from Joavil Tuxedo, a brand that was extremely difficult to acquire, even with wealth. It was a true symbol of status!

Her own father only had two sets, which he rarely wore, saving them for her wedding day.

The cane in his hand, adorned with an egg-sized ruby, was worth a fortune. Was this the legendary member of the Monroe family? Eve