The lady took off her sunglasses, glaring viciously at Alex. Her grandeur changed instantly as well, with an overflowing hostile aura.

Alex was a little taken aback as he did not expect that the lady was a fighter too. Furthermore, she was of Intermediate Royal, a rank higher than the man earlier, Jeremiah Yowell.

“Who are you?” asked Alex with an indifferent expression.

Before the lady could speak, the old man earlier responded instead. “She is the favorite granddaughter of the head of the Yowell family, Keith Yowell. I think she’s Michelle Yowell!”

“Oh, it’s really her!”

“To be that fortunate enough for offending the little devil from the Yowells, that Rockefeller guy is in deep trouble now...”

“Hush, keep your voice down. Don’t you want to live?”

A discussion broke out in the crowd of onlookers. Even though they spoke in hushed voices, Alex had no issue picking up what they said. After all, being born and raised in California, he was used to being a rich heir in California,