After the proud young man finished speaking, he sneered and turned around to open the door of the Porsche parked nearby. He was about to get inside and sit down.

From his perspective, Young Master Melvis was lowering his own status by delivering an invitation to this group of people.

What rights did citizens who lived in small areas like this have?

A family directive would’ve been enough to summon them. With the Melvis family’s status today, who would dare go against their orders?

“Wait a second!” shouted Alex Rockefeller.

The young man frowned, turning around, and looked at Alex from top to bottom. When he realized Alex was an ordinary person without martial arts cultivation, his gaze became even more scornful. “What else didn’t you understand? Oh, right. Young Master Melvis mentioned that Brianna Melvis’ son should come along too. If you’re late, hehe…”

“What if we’re late?” Waltz Fleur asked with a stern look in her eyes.

“If you’re late…” The young man turned to look at Walt