Wilson Gretchen Harry Facebook ad: “Alfred followed closely behind, like a faithful servant.”

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Alfred followed closely behind, like a faithful servant. "Yes, Young Master," Alfred responded promptly. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small box. Opening it, he revealed a black card with gold trim and a .235-carat diamond embedded in the center. "This is the World First Royale Mastercard. With unlimited credit, just use it as you see fit." Alfred humbly handed it to Alex. "This card also comes with a dedicated 24/7 concierge service that is highly personalized for you alone.” “You’ll have access to a team that can fulfill almost any request, whether it’s securing last-minute reservations at the finest restaurants, arranging private jet travel, or gaining entry to exclusive events.” “It connects you to the most secretive circles—no one will ever say no to you." Alex looked at the card without any interest. Alfred continued. "I also arranged for the newest Sport car Bugatti La Voiture Noire, a one-of-a-kind model equipped with the latest artificial intelligence technology and self-driving capabilities.” “But since you are here incognito, I guess you won’t like it, — so here is a villa in case you need to have a long stay." Alfred explained with caution. Alex nodded. "Good to see you understood. I’ll keep the card for emergencies, but you can hold onto all the other gifts you’ve prepared." “Now, tell me what you want.” ###9290739### "Young Master, my only daughter was born sick, and now it's worse." Alfred's eyes filled with sorrow, "She's in pain every day. I've seen every doctor, spent a fortune, tried everything—nothing helps. She's only getting worse. Please, help her. I'll do anything." Alex gazed at him calmly. "I'll meet your daughter tomorrow." Alfred was stunned. He hadn’t expected His Highness would agree to lend a helping hand so easily. He grabbed Alex's hand, bowed in gratitude. "Thank you, my lord!" He whispered, his words heavy with all he felt. Previously, Alfred hadn’t believed his luck when his leader mentioned Alex's visit to Vancouver. Albert wasn’t entirely sure who Alex was. However, what he was certain was even his leader must kneel before Alex! If Alex’s was displeased, millions of lives could vanish. But if he was satisfied, even the dying could live! As the head of the Kingswell organization in Vancouver, Albert had heard the rumors. About a high-ranking figure known as "God’s Hand," the disciple of the Immortal Sage. Even the dying could be healed by his touch. So he had done everything to ensure Alex would be satisfied. "Young Master," Alfred asked, "I heard you’re on an important mission. Tell me how I can assist. In Vancouver, nothing is beyond your reach. If you command right, even the government won't go left." “I do indeed need your help,” Alex said. He had three critical tasks ahead. "Find someone for me.” "I don’t have a name, just a nickname. They call him ‘Jo.’ No picture either." When he was younger, he had ended up on the streets in Vancouver, only to flee from danger. The one with the nickname “Jo” was the person who had helped him out. He needed to find him, and to repay the kindness he had received. "Your wish is my command," Alfred obediently bowed. “Is that all?” Alex nodded. He had two other tasks here: one was to meet his fiancée, and the other was to uncover his origin. However, for the former, there was no need for Albert's involvement. Regarding the latter, it could only be addressed after finding Jo. “Young Master,” Albert began cautiously, “when a high-ranking Kingswell member visits, I’m supposed to organize a banquet, invite the city's elite, top businessmen, top actresses, politicians, and I have prepared…” He watched Alex's face as he explained. But when he noticed a slight furrow in Alex’s brow, he quickly adjusted. “But since you're incognito, you’d prefer to skip the banquet, correct?” Alex nodded with a smile. “I’ll cancel it immediately, then,” Alfred responded immediately “Always remember, no need for such a fuss,” Alex command. Alfred bowed in acknowledgement.

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