Has Pinpoint Club Started Selling Counterfeit Goods?

With a smile, Mr. Griffin exchanged a few words with Mr. Liam.

As his gaze lifted, he noticed Cynthia sitting on the chair, and the smile on his lips gradually reached his eyes.

He bypassed Mr. Liam and walked briskly to Cynthia's side.

“Little girl, what are you doing here?”

Such a familiar opening line left everyone dumbfounded.

Could it be that Mr. Griffin knows Cynthia?

Yvonne, among the crowd, suddenly felt flustered, a vague sense of foreboding creeping into her heart.

Her pupils trembled as she looked at the inconspicuous pen holder placed on the table.

Could this really be from Pinpoint Club?

But isn't Cynthia from a rural background?

Without power or influence, how could she qualify as a member of Pinpoint Club?

Cynthia put down the teacup in her hand and casually asked, “Has Pinpoint Club started selling counterfeit goods?”

“What nonsense are you spouting, you brat!” Mr. Griffin said, but there was no trace of anger on his face.