“You’re here already, Ava?”

A man in a white shirt chuckled as he walked over and shook Ava’s hand.

He was tall and handsome, with a face as sharp as a knife. His whole body was covered in luxurious items; his wrist had a watch with the title of a billionaire’s entry ticket, the Richard Mille. Because of this, his aura of a master in a wealthy family was incredibly prominent.

“I’m terribly sorry, Master Baker. I bumped into a beggar on my way here and wasted quite a bit of time.”

Ava chuckl