Noble Husband At the Door
Chapter 1197

Chapter 1197

At ten o'clock in the evening, Hillside Villa was brightly lit.

Samuel began to regret what he had done.

It had been two hours since the security department had submitted the information on the hotels and

restaurants to him at eight o'clock.

Not only him, but everyone in the villa was also involved. Even He Ting, who knew nothing about

calligraphy, was dragged into the battlefield by Samuel.

"No way."

"This doesn't work either."

"It’s too small to accommodate so many people."

"The environment is too messy. How can it be worthy of my great-granddaughter's banquet?"

"Too ancient. No, my granddaughter is not suitable for such a place."

Everyone had their own opinions; so many places were included in the range of neglect.

Samuel collapsed on the sofa. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn’t have been the one to

interfere in this kind of job. He would have left it to Manfred and let him worry about it.

"I'm really asking for trouble," Samuel said with a bitter face.

Yvonne glared at him and said, "Can it be called suffering since it is in such a big matter of our

daughter?"

Samuel shrank his neck and said hurriedly, "I haven't finished yet. There's sweetness in the bitter."

Everyone else was used to this Samuel, who had no stance in front of Yvonne.

They merely smiled faintly in the face of this matter and did not say anything else.

Godfrey was the person who admired Yvonne the most in his heart. With Samuel's current status, he

still loved Yvonne so much. It was undeniable that this was the greatest blessing for Yvonne.

When Samuel had just married into the Sue family, who would have thought that Yvonne would have

such a day? Who would have thought that Samuel, who had been spurned by thousands of people,

would be able to be so high and mighty?

If Lydia hadn’t been obsessed with this, she wouldn't have walked on this road of death, and she would

have enjoyed endless wealth and honor waiting for her.

However, Godfrey had no sympathy or sympathy for Lydia. From the moment she left Han Nian on the

balcony, Godfrey wished he could kill her.

At the same time, Hangong Boling had also set off from another location. However, he did not return

directly to China. Instead, he went to another place.

He had to prepare a lavish gift for the great-granddaughter whom he had never met.

In the Royal Grand Theater, the world's most famous piano master, Albert, had just ended his own

performance fair. For a great artist like him, every performance fair would be able to attract the

attention of many nobles. Moreover, the price of tickets for the performance fair was also second to

none in the world.

"I’m sorry, but Albert doesn't accept private meetings. Not even you, a noble, are allowed to meet him.

Please leave.” Nangong Boling didn’t show up until the end of the performance, but he was stopped by

Albert's bodyguards.

"Let me give you some kind advice. If you don't want to die, then leave quickly. You don't have the right

to stop me," Nangong Boling said indifferently.

The bodyguard laughed coldly. How dare he be so disrespectful to Albert? Could it be that this old

fogey didn't know what sort of status Albert held in the upper class? Even those royal nobles had to be

polite to him.

"I also advise..."

Before the bodyguard could finish his words, he was suddenly hit hard on the chest with his eyes wide

open and a look of disbelief on his face. Then he fell straight down.

Until he died, he probably didn't know what was going on.

When the other bodyguards saw this, they felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

And in the resting room, after hearing about this, Albert’s attitude had been extremely angry. To a high-

class artist like him, how could someone who hadn't made an appointment in advance have the right to

meet him?

"No matter who it is, let him leave. I'm warning him not to offend me. Otherwise, I won't even give him a

chance to live here." Albert angrily berated.

As soon as the words were spoken, the door of the lounge was kicked open, and all the bodyguards

outside the door had fallen down.

"Great artist, you really have a bad temper." Nangong Boling walked into the lounge with a smile on his

face.

"No matter who you are, get the hell out of here right now. Otherwise, don't blame me for being

impolite. Do you know who I know?" Albert threatened Nangong Boling.

As the world's greatest recluse, in the eyes of Nangong Boling, these so-called artists were no different

from those who sold their skills on the street.

"Of course I know. In this country, you have the support of the royal family, but I happen to know such a

person. I have already informed him, and believe that he is already on his way." Nangong Boling said

faintly.

Albert smiled disdainfully, thinking that Nangong Boling was just making fun of him.

But after a short period of time, the appearance of a golden-haired elder caused even his entire body to

shudder.

Wasn't this the great figure of the royal family he knew?

"Mr. Nangong," the old man called respectfully as he walked to Nangong Boling's side.

This action caused Albert to have no desire to believe what he was seeing. As the most exalted figure

in this country, how could he show such a subservient, servile side!

"Is this person who is playing the piano your friend?" Nangong Boling asked faintly. A master of piano,

a famous artist, seemed to be a piano player in his eyes. "Mr. Nangong, I do have a deep relationship

with him, but if he offends you, we will no longer be friends," the old man said.

"He didn't offend me, but I plan to have him be my great-granddaughter's teacher. What do you think?"

Nangong Boling asked.

"Given his piano skills, he’s definitely the best candidate. It's also an honor for him." After speaking, the

old man glanced at Albert.

Albert hurriedly said, "Mr. Nangong, this is my honor. How could I refuse?"

Nangong Boling smiled faintly. The so-called great artist was just so-so.

"If that's the case, then you should cherish this honor of yours. I've heard that there's also someone

who's very good at painting. His name is Stanford. Can you get in touch with him?" Nangong Boling

asked Albert. "He's an old friend of mine. If Mr. Nangong wants to talk to him, I can help," Albert said

with a nod.

"Alright, tell him to come to China within three days. Both of you will be my great-granddaughter's

teachers," Nangong Boling said.

"Mr. Nangong, how old is your great-granddaughter?" Albert asked.

"Less than a hundred days," Nangong Boling said.

"Less...Less than a hundred days!" Albert stared at Nangong Boling in astonishment. How could a child

who didn't even know how to walk learn how to play the piano or draw?

Nangong Boling frowned discontentedly and said, "What's wrong? Do you have any opinions?

Although my great-granddaughter doesn't know anything now, don't tell me she's not worthy to be your

student?”

"No, no, no." Albert shook his head, a look of panic on his face. "Mr. Nangong, I didn't mean that. It's

just that she's too young. I don't know what to teach her."

"If you don't know how to teach her, then you'll show her the piano and draw for her. I'll give you all the

money you need, " Nangong Boling said.

"Mr. Hangong, I know what to do." Albert said.

"By the way, my great-granddaughter's name is Han Hian. You should announce to the public that you

want to become her teacher and make my great-granddaughter famous," Hangong Boling said with a

smile.

Faced with this sort of unreasonable request, although in his heart, Albert refused, he couldn't refuse.

But in reality, he was only able to accept it.

"Ho problem. Please don't worry, Mr. Nangong. Stanford and I will announce this matter together."

Albert said with his head lowered.

The next day, the news blew up the whole world.

This was also the first time Han Nian had left her name in the world.

In the Sue family's company in China.

As a temporary director, Linda spent almost all her time in boredom, except for some important

documents that she needed to sign.

She could only brush the news and watch the video to kill the boring hours of work.

At this time, Linda saw a piece of news with the words "Han Nian" hanging on the title, which made her

click in.

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