As he spoke, he put his arm around Yvonne Young's shoulder and added, "My wife and I were hired by Mr. Tiny as technical consultants, with an annual salary of a hundred thousand Mecryean Gold. So we came over to take care of the ranch, as a few horses have fallen ill recently."
The identity as consultants with a million Mecryean Gold annual salary barely matched his temperament and attire.
However, the white man still didn't fully trust them. He looked at them skeptically for a few seconds, then pointed in the direction of the ranch and said, "Take us there to have a look."
Spencer Sullivan nodded, "Okay."
He seemed so calm.
Yvonne was in a panic, they only knew the general direction of the ranch; they would have to search for the way there. These people were obviously not fools, any slight mistake could cause their suspicion.
But as they walked further, Yvonne realized that she was completely led by Drake Sullivan. He walked straight ahead like he knew where he was going.
