Paris, outskirts, Flanders Manor, a standalone villa.
As night fell, the stars blanketed the sky over the manor.
"Hahaha!"
In the hall, Brandon hung up the phone, exclaiming with delight, "Ye Ming, we don't have to wait until the banquet is over to cause trouble for Ye Huan. We can make our move now!"
"Whoa." Ye Ming instinctively cursed, staring in disbelief, "You mean, you really got Lord Apollo to come?"
"That's right, Lord Apollo said he's willing to help us, but he has something to handle first and will meet us tomorrow night!" Brandon grinned slyly, saying, "By then, we can avenge the time we looked like fools in front of Ye Huan!"
"Haha!"
Ye Ming clapped excitedly, full of flattery, "Brother Brandon, you're amazing, getting Lord Apollo to help in just half an hour! It seems your relationship with Lord Apollo is really deep!"
For a moment, Ye Ming couldn't help but address Brandon with a respectful "you".
This greatly pleased Brandon.
