บท 1776: Making Friends Through Eating

Dinner starts at seven.

However, around four in the afternoon, the wagon from the Horton family already appeared in front of Carrot Hotel.

It was still the decently dressed servant.

Old Hank had just woken up from a hangover, and under his drowsy gaze, the servant walked up the stairs.

204 was Kieran's room number.

The servant lifted his hand and knocked on the door rhythmically.

Dok Dok Dok.

"Sir Colin? I am here to escort you to the mansion," said the servant respectfully.

"Got it, please hold on for a while," Kieran's voice sounded behind the door.

The servant from the Horton family stood straight with his hands down and waited patiently; there was no sign of impatience on his face, only smiles and a peaceful look.

The teachings and bearings of a big family was on display to its fullest.

Three minutes later, Kieran came out of the room.

"Good afternoon, Sir Colin," greeted the servant respectfully.