A VIP wedding?
White Mitchell was taken aback. Could they be referring to the wedding he had asked David Herb to prepare?
With that thought, a hint of amusement crossed White Mitchell's face, and he asked curiously, "Who is this VIP you're talking about?"
Snowden Jones, noticing his reaction, grew even prouder and sneered contemptuously, "Frogs in a well will always be just that. I suppose with your status, you two could never reach that level.
Well, today, out of compassion, I shall tell you so that you'll at least die enlightened!
Do you know why the Imperial Group, despite claiming to deal with you, hasn't made any move yet?"
"Oh? Why is that?" White Mitchell pretended to be curious.
Snowden Jones smirked coldly and continued arrogantly, "Because there's a big shot from the Nezzi headquarters who's organizing a high-profile wedding in our Sayon. This powerful person controls the whole eastern Dragon Realm!