When Hank heard that it was Mr. York, he was stunned and said, “No wonder it was such a big commotion. So, it was Mr. York. Oh, what a shame. If I had known that it was him, I would’ve squeezed to the front to get a glimpse of his handsome face.”

He heard that Mr. York was incredibly good-looking.

The middle-aged man gave Hank a sidelong glance and laughed. “You don’t look too shabby either, but compared to Mr. York, you can’t hold a candle to him.”

Hank did not get angry either. “How would I dare to compare myself with Mr. York? The only one who can compare to him is probably Mr. Stone. I’m quite lucky to have encountered Mr. York today. I’ll buy a lottery ticket later and see if I can hit the jackpot.”

The middle-aged man was amused by Hank’s words.

Jessica looked amazed. After the middle-aged man left, she took Hank’s arm and walked to the hotel restaurant, saying, “Mr. York is a god-like figure in Wiltspoon. I wonder what kind of man he is and the lucky lady to have his heart.