As she was frowning in thought, the sound of footsteps echoed from the corridor entrance.
"Fourth youngest." A middle-aged man in a dark striped shirt arrived in front of Louis and respectfully called out.
"You guys are way too slow." Louis straightened his body and sneered, "If you were any later, the flowers would have wilted."
"Rush hour, the roads were a bit slow," the man explained courteously.
"Take them all away," Louis cast a glance at the reporters, speaking indifferently, "First, I want their mouths shut tight, second..."
He lifted his eyes to look at Mia, "Not a single photo of this incident is allowed."
"Understood, understood." The man smiled knowingly, gave a signal to the seven or eight bodyguards behind him, then looked at him and suggested tentatively, "Madam and the young miss miss you very much, the Family Head's suggestion is... how about coming to Myres Mansion for dinner tonight?"
"Sure, got it." Louis nodded indifferently.
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