"Over the years since the Gill family became marquises, they have amassed a vast fortune from the territories of various counts in all kinds of ways."
Li Ming strode forward, approaching the family matron, his chilly faceplate calmly observing the woman before him.
As a supernatural noble following the apocalypse, Goujill's senior wife obviously could not be from before the apocalypse.
Although called the senior madam, in reality, this lady wasn't old at all. Her features were exquisite, her skin delicate, her body slim and fair, draped in a beige long dress, radiating charm.
However, with all the members and armed forces of the Gill family slaughtered, the color had drained from the face of this once-noble lady.
Beneath the shadow of death, she turned pale, her breath tinged with nervousness. Despite her feigned composure, she couldn't hide the powerless pallor.
