Yvonne Xavier frowned as she strode toward the hall, then stopped when she was about forty feet away from those people with white shirts.

After shifting her gaze toward the young man holding a portrait, Yvonne frowned.

“This is the Smith family’s household, Mister. My grandfather, the richest man in Gangnam, is hosting his birthday banquet tonight.

“It’s completely unreasonable for you to wear mourning clothes and cause such a huge ruckus while carrying someone’s portrait here, is it not?!”