Ryan's long legs just stepped out, only to see two rows of uniformly dressed black-clad bodyguards lined up in front of the elevator in a hurry, the scene like a gangster greeting the boss.
At the end of the black crowd, a middle-aged man of about 40 or 50 years old, respectfully folded his hands in front of his belly, the moment he saw Ryan, he politely bent down and bowed, smiling: " Lord, Big Boss please!" At the sound of his words, Ryan's saber brows knitted, narrow sharp black eyes swept a glance at the butler, a moment of silence, he nodded when he had stepped away towards the hospital entrance.
" Lord, this way please!" The butler was relieved to see Ryan agree to see Big Boss so readily this time.
Without much expression on his face, Ryan was guided by the butler and eventually got into the limousine.
Royal Palace, located in the most luxurious part of Yakwen City, is a cluster of villas on a thousand acres of land with different styles of villas sprouting up in different corners.
The reason for the "Royal Palace" name is simple: the villas on this thousand-acre site are all owned by Stellaris Industries, not for sale, not for lease, and not for outsiders, just like Buckingham Palace, which is set aside for the sole use of the Stellaris family. Stellaris Industries family members to live.
A black LWB Rolls-Royce suddenly drove into the Royal Palace and made a sharp but smooth run to the main residence, the most magnificent building.
After ten minutes of driving, Rolls-Royce stopped and twelve more cars of great value came behind them. As soon as the car stopped, the uniformed bodyguards got out of the cars and respectfully watched Ryan enter the main house.
In the lobby of the main house, Ryan had just walked in when his sharp gaze fell on Richard sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, he raised his eyebrows slightly, hesitated for a moment and stepped forward: "Grandpa, what's the emergency for me?"
Ryan is standing on Richard's side.
Richard smiled, looked up at Ryan and continued to bury his head in the last piece of financial news at hand before gathering the newspaper and whispering, "Sit!"
Ryan nods and sits down.
Richard took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at Ryan for a long time, and when Ryan was extremely impatient, he suddenly asked, "Grandson, when will you move back?"
Ryan's eyebrows knitted together as he tried to figure out what Richard was implying behind those words. He had moved out of the Royal Palace when he was able to earn his own living, and now owned his own independent villa outside, Stellaris Industries. After all these years, he was living a good life, why did he suddenly move back?
Royal Palace has bad memories of him, and he will never move back easily.
"Grandpa, I don't understand what you mean by that!" Ryan spoke indifferently.
"Since you don't understand, I won't beat around the bush with you, Stellaris Industries has a rule that all Stellaris Industries heirs, male or female, must return to the Royal Palace for at least three months when they get married! Richard said slowly, "As the first heir of Stellaris Industries, you can't break the rules when you get married!"
"Married?" Ryan's eyes widened in surprise and dismay as he asked, "Married to who?"
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