"Mr. Wilson, the salon is about to start, please come with me."
The call by his ear brought Zhu Haomiao back to attention, he withdrew his deep and dark gaze and nodded with a smile to the attendant beside him.
"Thank you."
Following the attendant all the way to the concealed room on the third floor, in the spacious and luxurious hall, a group of well-dressed British gentlemen were talking and laughing merrily.
When they saw "Wilson" walk in, a few of them clearly had a change in expression, with a look of displeasure in their eyes.
More people, however, scrutinized him with an air of superiority and curiosity.
Reading Wilson's memory, Zhu Haomiao quickly understood these people's identities; they were all elites and influential figures of Little Britannia in Qing Country.
Some were big capitalists, some were dignitaries controlling Qing Country's customs and taxes, and there were also those who came from the homeland as overseas dragon...
