England, London, One Whitehall Place.
Jordan and Lauren were sitting in a world-class luxury gold carriage, 6.6 m long and over three tonnes in weight, pulled along by six horses!
Everywhere they passed, people would salute and take photos.
Mustering up her courage, Lauren waved at the crowd outside the carriage.
She looked like the Queen of England!
It was a good thing that Lauren had drunk a little at the
bar. Otherwise, she would definitely be too embarrassed to do this!
Too pretentious!
Lauren was so happy that she didn't know what to do. She said to Jordan, "Hubby, pinch my face."
Jordan was confused. "What for?"
"I feel like I'm in a dream now. Everything doesn't seem real. It's just... too perfect! I never thought that I would receive such treatment in England!"
Jordan smiled. "Honey, pinching your face won't hurt enough. Why don't I pinch another part of you? I guarantee that you'll be in so much pain that you'll instantly be able to tell if this is real or a dream."
Lauren gave Jordan a light smack, feeling rather bashful. "You’re so naughty. There are so many people watching
us. Don't mess around!"
However, Jordan was indifferent. He hugged Lauren boldly and said, "What's there to be afraid of? This is our territory. Even if we want to fool around in this carriage, who would dare to object? If you're shy and worried about the crowd, I can get someone to clear the area. I promise that in ten minutes, there won't be a single person or car on these two streets."
Lauren knew that Jordan was not bragging. She leaned on his shoulder. "There's no need. Thank you, Hubby. I'm so happy..."
After seeing Jordan and Lauren board the carriage, Zara and Brad quickly got into Fanny's Rolls-Royce. They said to the driver, "Follow the golden carriage in front!"
However, the expensive Rolls-Royce was stopped by the royal guards the moment it approached Jordan's golden carriage.
"You're not allowed to get so close to the golden carriage!"
Zara rolled down the window and explained to the royal guards, "Sir, don't block us. We're with Mr. and Mrs. Steele!"
There were eight coachmen on Jordan's golden carriage. Three at the front and three at the back. In addition, there were another two following right behind the carriage.
One of them went forward and knocked on the carriage window. "Mr. Steele, there's a white Rolls-Royce behind. They are saying that they are with you. Do you allow them to follow?"
Jordan arranged this trip specially to prove a point to Fanny and the rest. Of course he had to let them follow him.
"Let them follow behind the carriage," Jordan instructed.
"Yes, my lord!"
With Jordan's permission, Fanny's Rolls-Royce was able to follow behind the carriage. As they were with Jordan's golden carriage, their car could also bypass red lights. On top of that, they were also being cheered on by the people on the streets.
Zara was extremely excited. "Ah! This feels so good! I feel like a princess being welcomed by commoners!"
From beside her, Beatrice kept taking photos as well. "If I tell my friends that I was able to bypass the red lights on the streets of London and have the royal guards clear the way for us, they will
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