"Young Master Witte? What are you doing here?" the old man asked in bewilderment.
When Count Ashford finished speaking, Lucian did not immediately answer his question. His brows furrowed as he considered the possibilities behind what was happening. There was no way Count Ashford could have ended up in this hidden alley by coincidence. There was a good chance someone had deliberately directed him here.
Considering what had happened earlier, although the western gate of the capital was one of the safer routes for smuggling goods, there was no way Count Ashford could have found out about it this quickly. The imperial authorities could not possibly have known about it yet, and the only person influential enough to arrange something like this was Duke Reynald Florance.
