Information From Mischa

Mischa entered with casual steps after the door opened. His appearance looked neat with an all-black attire. His beautiful wavy blond hair was tucked neatly behind his ears. He was still as handsome as when he was in his 20s.

Lately, he also deliberately cut his hair to look more formal, but it couldn't hide the carefree expression that always made him look young. Mischa never wore flamboyant outfits anymore. The only thing that still distinguished him was the windcatcher ornament on a leather string that still hung around his neck.

As one of the leaders of the RMI Group, he was also used to great wealth, so the magnificent penthouse he entered didn't impress him at all.

"Good evening," he said, greeting London who rose to greet him.

"Hi, Mischa. Please sit down." London invited his guest to sit on one of the comfortable sofas in the living room. "Wine?"