Yang Chen sat in the back seat of the car, watching the butler's gloomy face ahead, wanting to get rid of him but unable to do so, feeling a wave of satisfaction in his heart.
To be blunt, there are not a few—if not ten thousand, at least eight thousand—people globally who want Yang Chen dead, but a mere butler doesn't even make the list.
However, Yang Chen just likes to see them so angry with him they grind their teeth, yet forced to stay obediently by his side—it's immensely satisfying!
Cloud Mist Mountain.
There's a road here, winding upwards, specifically built for the villas at the top of Cloud Mist Mountain. Yang Chen couldn't help but be amazed, secretly marveling at Ye Xin's high status among the nine families.
Such a place isn't somewhere just having money can get you into.
Judging by its geographical location, this is a lofty site, representing supreme authority; ordinary people wouldn't dare to live here.
