Govert Griffin echoed, "Indeed, I also think that Mr. Wilmar was a bit too impulsive."
In the midst of the argument.
The old butler led someone in from outside.
Lowie Wilmar, with an air of nonchalance, rested his hand behind his head and looked past Raymond Wilmar and his group, lifting his thin lips, "Here comes the person."
Has she arrived?
The crowd turned their heads to follow his gaze—
They saw the girl, who followed the Wilmar Family's butler in, walking in a lax manner, donning a black sweater with a duckbill cap, probably due to the cold, she also had the hood of her hoodie fastened over her head, with her hands tucked into her pockets, an earphone cord trailing from the edge of her cap into her ear, wearing a pair of canvas shoes on her feet, black high-top Converse, her every step steady yet exuding a casual vibe.
Upon first glance, Sadam Vinson's impression was one word—youthful!