He didn't sleep all night, just standing there, watching in the direction of the little courtyard.
Until the sun slowly rose from the east, the sky gradually brightened.
Finally, the door of the room was knocked from the outside.
...
——Knock, knock.
...
Listening to the knocking, the man's face remained cold as usual, pursing his thin lips without a word.
"Young Master, we're here to help you with your styling, the wedding starts this morning." The voice of the stylist came from outside the door.
Hearing the voice, Noah Drexler frowned, then the next second, unable to hold back any longer, he suddenly turned around and walked towards the door.
When Noah Drexler opened the door, the servant and stylist were standing at the door, about to say something, but he bypassed them and strode downstairs.
Seeing this, they exchanged glances...
...
Noah Drexler left the villa and strode towards the little courtyard.
