James stared at the men in black suits before him.

They were postured threateningly, and their veins popped in their foreheads, looking like well-fuelled fighting machines revving their engines.

This piqued his interest.

Who on earth was this girl, and why was she surrounded by so many bodyguards?

Cynthia yelled angrily. “Luther, what the hell are you doing?!”

Luther was a plainly dressed man around 40 years old. He had a diamond-shaped face and short hair.

He responded courteously, “My lady, th