Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Chapter 5728: There seems to be something wrong with the Earl of Reims

Dowell looked confused for a while, then became inexplicably nervous, and subconsciously straightened his back.

"Lan..." Dowell didn't finish his sentence.

He looked at the silent entertainment room with an expressionless expression, and explained in a cold tone: "Your wine...is not bad!"

With that said, he left the room full of silence, pushed the door open and left the entertainment room.

Wait until he leaves.

The sound was restored in the entertainment room.

Brown frowned and said in confusion: "Have you noticed that there is something wrong with Count Lance?"

Dowell was annoyed: "Nonsense! I have eyes."

"But how come he suddenly... And the way he looked at me just now scared me to be honest. I thought I had done something."

"It's a bit like..." Brown actually felt a bit like he had been drugged, but on this occasion, he also knew that there were people who were not close to them, so he couldn't tell his guess directly, so he hooked up with his friend. Hooking his fingers: "Please accompany me to get something later. The gift I gave you was left in the car."

"Give me another day..."

"No, it's your birthday today. I'll definitely give it to you today." Brown refused flatly. After waiting a few minutes to ensure that the people outside had enough time to leave, he suddenly walked out: "You come with me now."

Dowell's eyes met his, and he understood instantly. Without asking any more questions, he nodded: "I understand."

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at the same time.

Outside. From the moment the man opened the door and walked out quickly, he felt the tail following behind him.

He walked through the crowd with steady and powerful steps and an upright posture. The stern face was even more profound in the interplay of light and shadow, and there was an imperceptible coldness in his eyes.

There were many people attending Dowell's birthday party today, and he encountered all kinds of curious or appraising eyes along the way.

He didn't care, quickened his pace, and walked towards the less traveled direction.

The follower skillfully avoided the crowd, moving quickly and carefully, like a ghost in the dark. He lowered the brim of his hat to cover most of his face, revealing only a pair of sinister eyes.

When Count Reims turned around a corridor, the sound of footsteps echoed in the silent space. The follower quickened his pace, keeping a close distance, and his heartbeat accelerated due to nervousness and excitement.

Finally, the following was stopped when the man in front suddenly dodged and entered the fire escape.

The person following behind suddenly panicked and followed him without thinking too much. The moment he pushed the door open, he was pushed against the wall from behind.

There was a cold interrogation with the hood over his head.

"Who asked you to come!"

"Yes, I'm sorry, I was just passing by." The person following him, wearing the clothes of a club waiter, defended hurriedly with a roll of his eyes. Before he could answer, the waiter pretended to be calm and said, "I see that you are not feeling well. Would you like to prepare a room for you to rest for a while? There is a lounge specially prepared for distinguished guests."

In the dim light of the fire escape, the man's mouth was pursed in a straight line, and he was full of anger. Without a single unnecessary word, he raised his hand expressionlessly, and struck the waiter who was following him on the back of the neck with a sharp knife. The body of the man he was holding down softened.

Only then did he let go of his hand, letting the other person fall to the ground like a puddle of mud and pass out.

The lack of air circulation in the fire escape aggravated the heat on his body. He could feel like countless ants biting his skin, like flames raging throughout his body.