Operation Red Book

The Marquis of Baxter's carriage was different from the Earl of Waite's monotonous carriage. It was completely transparent, with a glass convertible inlaid with sparkling diamonds, which was very eye-catching.

"Hey! Boys! It's me, Captain Baxter!"

A middle-aged man dressed in purple and gorgeous clothes stood up in the carriage and greeted everyone at the door enthusiastically.

He was a bit bloated and pushed the male servant beside him to the edge. As the carriage staggered, he lost his balance and sat down after standing for less than three seconds.

"Is he the Marquis of Baxter? I thought he was an animal trainer who just came out of the circus."

Dorian had just finished his sarcastic words when he turned his head and found that Andrew beside him was trembling a little.

As soon as the Marquis got out of the car, he gave the butler a big hug, and his yellow beard, which covered his entire chin, rubbed against the butler's cheek.

"I like you, boy! Your belly is as big as mine, you must have drunk a lot of vodka!"

The Marquis of Basques jokingly touched the butler's belly, and the butler startled and bent over. His face turned purple and an awkward smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This big guy doesn't look like a noble at all. He speaks frivolously and behaves in a dissolute manner. He touches her every time she makes a provocative remark.

"Hey! You have a great hairstyle, like an African lion!"

"Wow! Why are you so tall? Did your mom make you Russian potatoes?"

"Ah! You look so young, that job must be good! Have you ever looked for women on the street?"

He was overly enthusiastic and greeted the servants. He even pinched the last one's butt hard, which scared the young servant so much that he ran behind the head butler with a red face.

The servants had finished their greetings, but Marquis Baxter looked unsatisfied. He turned to Dorian, who was hiding far away, with narrowed eyes.

"Marquis Baxter, long time no see. Mother is waiting for you inside... No, no, no!"

Dorian smiled with his brows drooped, his body unconsciously falling backwards, but he still couldn't avoid it at all, and he was pulled over by the Marquis of Baxter.

"Good boy! You've grown so tall in a few days!"

Dorian was picked up, his feet off the ground, and he looked panicked.

He had never seen a human being with such great strength, he was like a brown bear.

The Marquis of Baxter joyfully spun Dorian around in his arms, tossing him up like a child, his prickly beard brushing against Dorian's hideous face again and again. After a nice greeting, he finally put him down.

"Do I have to be this human undercover?" Dorian leaned against the cold wall, thinking desperately.

After letting Dorian go, Marquis Baxter straightened his chest. He changed from his previous enthusiastic look to become majestic and silent.

"Um……"

He glanced at Andrew sideways, his eyes full of coldness and contempt.

Andrew's shoulders and back were slightly bent, and he was shaking like a hare being stared at by a tiger.

After a moment, Lord Baxter looked away, as if Andrew were an Indian sewer, and spoke in a cold voice.

"I'm going to find my wife and daughter."

"Please go this way." Andrew felt relieved and bent down to point the way for him.

The Marquis walked in with his servants with steady steps, completely changing his frivolous image.

"You little rank!"

In just a few seconds, a low shout reached Dorian's ears, not from the violated servants, nor from the despised Andrew.

He looked at Andrew who had a frustrated face, and he must have heard the dirty curse clearly.

"Lord Baxter doesn't like me. I know that very well."

Feeling the look in Dorian's eyes, Andrew shrugged helplessly.

"It may be because I, the future son-in-law, do not meet his standards, because I am not brave enough and cannot achieve anything."

Dorian hesitated to speak, as he did not quite understand the twists and turns of human beings.

Just as he was about to say something to comfort her, three carriages drove along the avenue like a guard of honor.

The carriage was white all over, including the two horses pulling it. The window frames and racks were inlaid with gold, and there was a silver statue of Napoleon on the roof.

The servants were scattered in several groups walking beside the carriage, three on each side, four in front and back, and there were two coachmen on each carriage, all of them were energetic and neatly dressed.

"It's really annoying. It must be the Earl of Goodwin's house," Andrew muttered. "I dare say the first thing Mrs. Goodwin said after getting off the car was to complain about this lawn."

"Where are the fountain and statue? It's just a flat ground. What's on it? Grass? Just... grass? I have to say, their taste is really backwards."

Mrs. Goodwin was a mean-looking woman. She stepped out of the carriage with the help of the Earl and her first glance was towards the lawn in front of the mansion.

"The second sentence must be about the newly built Roman garden in my family." Everything seemed to be under Andrew's control, he whispered.

"Rachel should really come to my house. I have a new water garden. It is a Roman-style building. I love it very much... Of course, it is also very expensive. I specially invited a royal architect from Vienna..."

Mrs. Goodwin waved the feather fan in her hand and walked slowly towards the two young masters while pointing at the landscape.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Goodwin. Your presence really makes McMillan Manor shine!"

Andrew complimented Mrs. Goodwin very skillfully, and Dorian said nothing but bowed.

"Huh, you?"

The feather fan covered the lower half of her face, making Mrs. Goodwin's eyes look even sharper and more pointed. She snorted coldly, and her eyes pierced Dorian like silver needles.