Chapter 342 He Is an Immortal

Upon hearing this, Marcel Stetson lightly tapped Lana on the head with his cane.

"Why are you so late?"

Liam was taken aback. Marcel was not only dressed like an elderly gentleman, but even his mannerism was like one.

Lana felt inexplicably guilty in front of Marcel, and she stuttered as she said, "Be … because there was a traffic jam."

Liam was rendered speechless.

The road was clear on the way here. How could she blatantly make things up?

"Traffic jam?" Marcel asked, clearly not understanding what it meant.

"Is it some kind of new bread spread?"

Liam was once again taken aback. Did this person really come from the olden days?

Lana explained, "No, it's not. It's just that there were too many cars on the road, so it took us longer to reach."

Although Marcel didn't fully understand what Lana was saying, he still nodded and said, "Let's go! I'm exhausted."

"Got it!" Lana said, immediately stepping forward to help Marcel with his suitcase.

At that moment, a large hand reached