Half an hour later, looking at the cluster of villa-style buildings, Sophia Hamilton thought it was a neighborhood she didn't know. When Evander Lancaster's car arrived at the gate of the "neighborhood," the security guard opened the small window and stuck his head out, politely saying, "Second Young Master, you're back?"
"Mm," Evander replied amiably with a smile, "Old Zhao, you've worked hard."
"It's nothing," Old Zhao replied with a courteous smile, pressing a button to open the iron gate of the "neighborhood." Evander drove the Bentley slowly in, and Sophia turned her head in confusion, "Why did he call you Second Young Master?"
Even though the villas are inhabited by wealthy people, the guards wouldn't randomly call anyone "Young Master."
When mentioning his identity, Evander's handsome face grew solemn. He rested one hand on the steering wheel and reached the other out to grasp Sophia's hand, tightening his grip before interlocking his fingers with hers.
