Murchadt looked at Letitia and said, “Go meet him.”

Letitia remained silent and simply turned to leave. Then, she headed to the foyer.

A man about twenty-five years of age was sitting there. Wearing a golden robe, he had a somewhat handsome-looking appearance and exuded the aura of a playboy.

As Letitia walked toward him, he hurriedly stood up and looked at her endearingly.

“You’re here, Letitia.”

Letitia looked at him and asked coldly, “What are you doing here?”

Ximun said smilingly, “Mur