The reception room remains unchanged, with Oriental-style furniture exuding an air of elegance.
Old Master Lawrence was trimming the leaves and branches of a Sword-Leaf Cymbidium placed on a redwood flower stand when he heard footsteps behind him. Without turning around, he instructed the Housekeeper, "Brew two cups of Earl Grey Tea."
"Yes, Old Lord." The Housekeeper bowed his head and quietly exited.
Old Master Lawrence removed the gloves he used for flower arranging, casually placing the scissors on the stand, and turned around. His stern features held a hint of his youthful appearance. Seeing Baron Lawrence, his expression was indifferent and unchanged, he spoke coldly, "Here?"
"Yes." Baron Lawrence was similarly cold, like a block of ice.
The two people in the same room were like two chilling and hard icebergs colliding in the same sea, fortunately, there was no third person present, otherwise, they would have been frozen by the icy atmosphere inside.
