"Mr. Zachary, these stairs are too high. I really can’t carry three pieces of luggage on my own."
One of the elderly wearing reading glasses said to the oldest and most imposing elder among the trio.
Indeed, this was the very Mr. Zachary who had vowed to go to Westmarch to help Old Master Shaw in debunking fraud.
But he was already in his twilight years, and neither his children nor those hooligans from Esteria agreed to let him go to Westmarch.
They even said that if he wanted to go, he had to devise a ticulous plan with strict security asures.
But Mr. Zachary felt that helping Old Master Shaw in debunking fraud couldn’t wait, so he secretly left with his housekeeper and Dr. Hale.
Even the hotel and transport were booked by himself using a mobile app.
The car wasn’t a problem; it had carried them from the airport to their hotel just as planned.
But who would have thought that the hotel was built in such a lofty place and didn’t even have an elevator?
"I forgot that Westmarch is known as Montridge and that it’s mostly hills and mountainous terrain."
The first half of the path could be flat ground and then suddenly rose up a hill several floors high.
"We should have asked the driver to help with the luggage earlier."
Dr. Hale, the youngest and plumpest among the trio, remarked.
He was worried that he’d have to share the burden of carrying the luggage with the housekeeper.
Though he was the Family Head of the first dicinal family in Esteria, The Hale Family, and the family doctor of Mr. Zachary, his status was relatively humble.
"Why don’t we give Old Master Shaw a call and ask for so assistance?"
The driver had already left, and there were no strong-looking young n around to help them, so the housekeeper could only suggest this.
Otherwise, if Mr. Zachary got into any trouble here in Westmarch, no one would bear the responsibility.
However, the suggestion was imdiately rejected by Mr. Zachary.
"No way, if we tell Shaw, he’ll surely make fun of us."
The elderly among them were always competing about who lived more trendy and youthful.
Among them, Old Master Shaw was the worst.
Recently, he had been constantly sharing his dance machine play at the arcade in their group chat, using young people’s apps to check-in at every scenic spot in Westmarch, and drinking trendy beverages.
Mr. Zachary, determined not to be outdone by him, deliberately downloaded these trendy apps and secretly ca to Westmarch.
But if he turned around and resorted to seeking Shaw’s help, he would surely be laughed at.
"But if we don’t ask him, how are the three of us going to carry the luggage up?"
The housekeeper was distressed.
Needless to say, Mr. Zachary shouldn’t be worn out.
And Dr. Hale, with his belly akin to that of a pregnant woman, might not even be able to walk up himself.
Just then, a soft voice as tender as marshmallows ca through.
"Grandpas, are you planning to take these three suitcases up?"
The three of them turned around in unison and were so struck by the beauty before them that they forgot to speak.
So beautiful!
Even without makeup, she was more stunning than those ticulously dressed socialites and daughters from the Eastrealm.
Lips as red as cherries, teeth as white as pearls, exuding a cool and suave temperant—the epito of feminine grace.
Even Mr. Zachary, who always thought his offspring were exceptional and outshone all of Esteria, had to admit this girl’s looks far surpassed those of his outstanding grandchildren.
"Grandpas?"
July Quinn, getting no response from them, spoke again.
The housekeeper finally regained his senses and quickly replied, "Yes, young lady. We just arrived in Westmarch and booked this hotel, not expecting it to be located so high up."
"That’s just the topography of Westmarch. Even within a single area, you could find yourself several floors above."
July Quinn, composed but poised, left Mr. Zachary unconsciously nodding in approval.
While Dr. Hale, upon seeing Mr. Zachary’s appreciative gaze, felt his internal alarm blare...
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