Looking at Viscount Barber's face, with expressions flickering unpredictably, Annan couldn't help but laugh.
He felt a genuine sense of pleasure from within.
—Indeed, he had bet correctly.
From the very beginning, Annan had suspected that Viscount Barber might recognize "Tan Juan Geraint." After all, the old man had lived too long; it wasn't only Tan Juan he might recognize but also, very possibly, Annan himself.
Even if there was a minuscule chance that he truly had never met Tan Juan or seen his portrait, at the very least, he would have been acquainted with Tan Juan's grandfather.
The Viscount never would have imagined that by inviting Annan in alone, he was actually doing him a favor...
This was essentially helping Annan conceal his identity.
Otherwise, today the guise of "Tan Juan Geraint" would have been lost.
"You, you are not Tan Juan Geraint at all! You are, from the Winter family... Annan!?"
Alvin Barber's lips trembled, his voice even breaking, "Is it, is it you?"
