Chapter 586 - Thats L (1/2)

”So, what does he have to do with all these?” The assistant asked him while pointing to the camera. ”I cannot see the connection between an old camera, glasses, and ... Stephan Zimmerman?”

”Hmm ... Lyana advised me to disguise myself as regular folk. She said if people found out that I am the owner of the Schneider Group, there would be a bunch of gold-diggers trying to curry favor to me. So, I plan to come to Zimmerman's party as a poor photographer, Lyana's best friend from America.”

Jan nodded. ”That makes sense. Do you want me to go to that party with you, Sir? I am quite familiar with the people from the upper class. I can tell you whom you should avoid like a plague, and who you can be friends with.”

London squinted his eyes and smiled at the man's offer. ”Huh, that's good. I only know Lyana there. It'll be fun if you could come along as well. Can you get an invitation to the party, or should I ask Lyanna to get one for you?”

Jan just laughed softly. ”Of course, I can. I know almost all the upper classes in Germany, I can easily get invited anywhere.”

”Great. But you can't call me 'Sir' there. Otherwise, my disguise will be useless,” London said firmly.

The assistant nodded with a smile. He liked this boss of his as he always treated him like a younger brother. Their age only differed by two years, so when they first met, they got along very well instantly.

As a member of the Van Der Ven family, Jan also knew the secrets of the Schneider family who were immortals and could stay young forever. Ten years from now, once London 'disappeared' from the public, Jan would be the one to take over his position in the company group.

”All right, Sir. Then what should I call you?” Jan finally asked.

”Hmm ... I'll use the name Killian Makela. Don't forget that.”

”Okay.”

***

That afternoon, London stopped by Lyana's studio to take the clothes from her for his disguise. Lyana gave him a set of outdated clothes that she got from the homeless shelter downtown, and she was laughing so hard when she saw London transform into a poor photographer.

”Ahahaha ... never mind gold-digger, even poor girls won't go near you,” Lyana commented while she looked at London from head to toe in amus.e.m.e.nt. ”Hmmm ... even though you are still very handsome, you do look very poor.”

”Alright ... Shall we go now?” He asked her.

Lyana nodded. ”Let's just take my car, so we won't attract people's attention like when we used yours.”

”Jan will meet us at the party. You still remember my assistant, right?”

”Yes, sure. Well ... Jan must be careful in there because the girls will desperately go after him.” Lyana reminded him. She then smiled to herself. ”Hahaha ... those girls don't even know which one is the real deal.”

London smiled and nodded. Well, Jan did come from a wealthy family, but his wealth was nothing compared to that of the Schneider family. London certainly hoped that Jan would not be tricked by some gold diggers. However, he was not too worried because he had already known Jan for so long, and he believed that his assistant was quite smart and would know how to look after himself.

London and Lyana drove her VW to the magnificent Zimmerman mansion in downtown. That evening, the mansion's large courtyard was packed with various luxurious cars, and the guests went up the mansion stairs in their best outfits.

Nearly all who came were young people from wealthy families in Berlin and nearby cities. Some were artists and celebrities from the communities that Stephan was a member of.