He slipped his phone into his pocket and left London Airport.
Maple Swallow's chauffeur had already brought the car to the airport entrance. Trenton Smith opened the car door, got in, and watched the black sedan speed down the road towards the Swallow Family estate.
The cold wind howled outside the window, and passersby hurried along. London's winters were always so harsh, freezing water into ice. He watched the dull greenish-gray weather and the heart that had just been uplifted by Norris Moore's message gradually grew cold again.
An hour later, the car pulled up in front of the mansion.
The bodyguard came forward to open the car door. Trenton Smith quickly got out and walked into the villa.
The news was still under wraps, so inside the mansion, everything was as usual—tranquil and calm. The old butler hurried over to greet him, bowing as he spoke, "Young Master Rufus and the Young Master are already upstairs. The second young miss is still on her way and will arrive soon."
