The person looking for Luo An this time was a stranger, a male dressed in a standard suit, wearing a meticulously combed slicked-back hairstyle, radiating an aura of elitism.
"Hello, Mr. Greenwood."
Across from the church was a street-side café, where the stranger extended his hand to Luo An and flashed a standard fake smile showing eight teeth:
"My name is Oscar, and I'm from an etiquette company."
"Etiquette company?"
Luo An shook hands with him and went straight to the point, asking:
"What do you want from me?"
"Mr. Greenwood is indeed direct and to the point."
The man claiming to be Oscar chuckled and pulled out a pale gold business card from his pocket, handing it to Luo An as he straightforwardly said:
"I heard Mr. Greenwood managed to secure a platinum-colored invitation to a journalist dinner at the White House.
Our company intends to buy it today."
Recalling what Vireness had said earlier, a glimmer flashed across Luo An's eyes as he asked with a smile:
