If it was said that Aurora and Butler Zhao were previously forced into a corner, taking a desperate measure by grabbing someone random to fill in, after Griffith Squire verbally battled the powerful and ruthless Coldwell mother and daughter, driving them out of the Coldwell residence, Griffith instantly became the backbone for the two.

Butler Zhao couldn’t close his smiling mouth, but after a while, his expression turned somber, saying, "Mr. Squire, you don’t understand Zoe Kingston’s nature. Mr. Coldwell has been sick for years, and Zoe Kingston is good at putting on a show. Mr. Coldwell trusts her very much, so over the years, most of Coldwell Family’s power has fallen into Zoe Kingston’s hands. Otherwise, how could Miss Coldwell have ended up like this? The Kingston Family originally had mafia connections, so they’ve been dominating Brocade City over the years. Tonight is sure to be restless; better to just ensure your own safety first. As for returning to the Coldwell residence, it’s best not to hope for that."

A glimmer of darkness flashed in Aurora’s eyes. She then wrote on a note, "Uncle Zhao is right, I’m very grateful for all you’ve done for me, but we are weak and can’t win against them."

Griffith Squire curled his lips into a smile and said calmly, "You just sit back and enjoy the show; take a bath and rest first. Come down for dinner later; the real show is yet to come."

The two exchanged a glance at his confident demeanor. Butler Zhao, still uneasy, softly said, "Miss Coldwell, are we really going to stir up a hornet’s nest by coming back this time? If it doesn’t work out, we can always retreat to Italy. The Kingston Family has mafia background, and the second Miss is engaged to the Seymour Family, which means we’re up against the Coldwell, Kingston, and Seymour families."

Lowering her eyes, Aurora’s delicate face showed a trace of determination. She gestured to Uncle Zhao, saying, "We were originally at a dead end. Whether escaping to Italy or marrying George Kingston are both dead ends. I would rather believe Griffith Squire; I have endured for so many years, and I don’t want to anymore. I want to reclaim what my mother left me."

Griffith Squire didn’t understand sign language, but seeing the two communicate, the old Butler finally made up his mind, saying, "Mr. Squire, Miss Coldwell says that everything in Brocade City will follow your lead. Whatever help you need, just ask, and we’ll do everything we can."

Seeing that the two finally stopped passively enduring, Griffith Squire showed a huge smile, stretched, and said, "Alright then, let’s make some noise. Once we deal with this wave, I need to go find my sister."

The man constantly remembered the task of finding his sister, and dealing with this supposed aristocracy of Brocade City would only take a few months.

Meanwhile, after Zoe Kingston and her children were taken away by police cars, they soon called Director Fang in Brocade City. Director Fang is a filial son, currently busy accompanying his elderly parents for the New Year. Seeing the Coldwell Family calling, saying they were kicked out by their own daughter and son-in-law, he rolled his eyes, acted formally, and instructed his subordinates to check. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

On New Year’s Eve, making him handle domestic affairs—did Zoe Kingston think he, as the bureau chief, was like a neighborhood committee aunt, idle and at the beck and call of the Coldwell Family?

He originally couldn’t be bothered with such trivial matters, especially since he had just received a call from above saying that recently the Italian mafia Elvis Family were coming to Brocade City for tourism, and he must ensure they feel welcome. Yet he didn’t even know who they were or where they were, making him lose handfuls of hair in stress, far too busy to worry about the Coldwell’s trivialities.

Seeing Director Fang bluff her, Zoe Kingston smashed her phone in anger. Damn thing, it sounded good when climbing the ranks, but only after a few years in the position, he starts inflating himself and disregarding the Coldwell Family?

"Aunt, Director Fang won’t handle this? I’ll take people to his home and cause a scene," George Kingston said anxiously.

"Cause what scene? Go check out that Italian ’S Family’," Zoe Kingston said with fury.

"Elvis Family," Brooke Coldwell said, somewhat star-struck on the side.

"You wretched girl, you’re about to marry Michael, and if you dare mess up, I’ll kill you," Mrs. Coldwell instantly saw her daughter’s romantic feelings and slapped her on the head.

Brooke Coldwell pouted, unhappily snorting: "How could Michael Seymour compare to Elvis Canaan? If the Elvis Family is strong, it would utterly crush the Coldwell and Seymour families. Why should I pick sesame and throw away watermelon? I want to snatch everything Aurora Coldwell has."

Brooke Coldwell’s words instantly struck a chord in Zoe Kingston’s heart, making her terribly anxious. If that ’S Family’ is really as powerful as rumored, wouldn’t Aurora Coldwell then hug the golden thigh, not only avoiding becoming a little pity but also reclaim her mother’s shares and Coldwell Family’s belongings? That’s absolutely unacceptable; meat that had entered her mouth absolutely could not be spat out.

"Aunt, what do we do?" George Kingston said, itching to try. "Shall I have someone cripple him?"

"Cripple what? He alone defeats five or six bodyguards," Brooke Coldwell rolled her eyes.

"Get off; just got a call from Director Fang saying it was all a misunderstanding, and you can go home now. But don’t go to the Coldwell residence; if the other side calls the police, we would have to make another trip," the police car stopped, the rugged driver opened the door and unceremoniously kicked the three out, then two or three police cars roared away.

The three abandoned people looked at this wilderness where no chickens lay eggs nor birds poop, with not even a signal, instantly turning their faces green. After much running around, finally managing to find a signal, calling for a pickup, it was already dark.

The three were both angry and exhausted, lacking the energy to go after Aurora and Griffith Squire, each returned to the villa to rest, planning to settle the accounts the next day.

In the Coldwell residence, Aurora felt anxious all night long. Until dawn, realizing the outside was still quiet, she finally relaxed, her hands tightly clasped, her eyes moist, feeling for the first time as if she’d returned home.

The next morning, Zoe Kingston, increasingly furious, brought a large crowd to the Coldwell residence, seeking trouble.

Early in the day, the police station called, saying they hadn’t sent officers yesterday. Only then did Mrs. Kingston realize she’d been fooled, and couldn’t swallow this grievance, so she called her family to come. This time, not only did she want to cripple that Elvis Canaan, but to capture Aurora Coldwell too. Once rice is cooked, she won’t have any choice but to marry George Kingston.

Arriving at the Coldwell residence, Zoe Kingston found it empty, and upon hearing from the servants that Miss Coldwell left early in the Bugatti Veyron without saying where she was going, Zoe Kingston was so angry she almost hurt herself internally. She squinted, guessing this wretched girl wouldn’t possibly be looking for Ian Coldwell, suddenly panicked, quickly arranging her family to wait at the Coldwell residence while she rushed with George Kingston to Ian Coldwell’s holiday resort.

Though Aurora doesn’t speak, her suddenly appeared fiancé isn’t lacking in eloquence and theatrics. If the father and daughter were to meet, plus that man fanning the flames, that would be disastrous.