As Timmy and Timothy came out of the elevator, they instantly became the center of everyone's attention.
Walking with them, Nathan Caroule felt as if he was under a huge spotlight, backed by an inspiring BGM.
Having been with the Lewis Group for nearly ten years, he found his palms sweating as he walked that path.
He assumed that the two young masters were as nervous as he was, but when they entered, he saw their relaxed faces, just like when they casually went to school with their backpacks.
"Little lords, weren't you nervous just now?"
Timmy and Timothy looked at him in unison, "No! Why would we be nervous?"
Nathan Caroule stared at them in disbelief, "No sweaty palms?"
Four dry and chubby little hands were laid out in front of him.
Still not believing, Nathan asked, "No racing heartbeats, dry mouth, and parched throat?"
Timmy and Timothy shook their heads again, "No!"
Then, Timmy gestured worriedly for Nathan to squat down and said, "Uncle Caroule, squat down."