After Rosalie got into the taxi, Xander turned around, frowned, and glanced at the man beside him.

‘Throughout their interactions just now, if I was not mistaken, this man seemed to have some feelings for Rosalie.’

‘However, in his capacity…’

Xander glanced at Yves calmly, and a trace of irony flashed across his eyes.

Yves watched the taxi disappear from his line of sight, and then withdrew his gaze and met Xander's line of sight.

"Young Master Xander." Yves felt a little strange in his hea