The Man of the Top

Lucivar stepped out of the car and scanned the Trading Union main branch building.

Per usual, the place was crowded with people coming in and out even though it was still early.

He was completely oblivious to what his actions caused.

Earlier, he wasn't acting cold to Sabrina.

He was simply in a hurry since he had meetings with the Trading Union early in the morning until noon, and then another meeting with the Blessed Hand Clan right after—the advisor of the clan was going to meet with him directly.

It wasn't his intention to seem cold, but then again, he was oblivious to what Sabrina did.

"Man, it's very crowded. I should've suggested the meeting to be somewhere else," Lucivar sighed.

Regardless, since he was here, there's nothing he could do about it.

Guided politely by the driver, who was also the assistant, Lucivar headed to the meeting room.

Under everyone's gaze, he ascended to the upper floors.