Bryan White snorted coldly and strode out, followed by a group of people who kept nodding and bowing in apology.
"No need to follow." The man waved his hand to stop them, and the bodyguards halted, bowing to him in unison until he walked away.
"How come no one notified when Young Master White came over?" Cuban said with a stern face, feeling wronged by the night's events.
Bryan White was very low-key. As the security head of the White Family casino, he hadn't personally seen him, and coupled with the military's low-key approach to avoid suspicion, not only him but many others only knew his name, not the person.
He suddenly appeared tonight, and the White Family's steward in Las Vegas also didn't notify. How did he know so coincidentally and captured the prince!?
Upon hearing this, the bodyguards bowed even lower, not daring to breathe loudly, praying in their hearts, hoping Young Master White didn't take this to heart...
