Chapter 332

An hour later. The black Lincoln glided smoothly through the grand estate, coming to a stop in front of a gothic-style mansion that looked like a mini castle. As soon as the car stopped, Max Winters quickly stepped out and opened the backseat door for Damien Blackwood. The staff, already informed of their arrival, hurried over behind the butler. A few of them stepped up to take the luggage from Max. Damien stepped out of the car with Cassandra Taylor still fast asleep in his arms, following closely behind the butler as they headed for the mansion. A young man in a dark brown pinstriped vest rolled himself forward in a sleek wheelchair, stopping right in front of Damien. His hair was styled to perfection, features sharp and refined—he had that classic aristocratic vibe, calm and composed like he’d been born with it. Though he looked quite young, he carried himself with quiet authority. “I thought your trip to Germany was to visit me. Who knew…” The man glanced pointedly at the person in