Before Mr. Gomez could finish his sentence, he saw Lucas Scott lead his team striding toward the VIP Lounge from outside.
Lucas Scott walked at the front, his handsome yet devilishly charming face wearing a smile that was not quite a smile.
With his hands in his pockets, he still exuded a roguish charm despite the formal occasion.
His narrow, peach-blossom eyes first swept over Evelyn Sherman and then turned to Chester Yale.
"Mr. Chester brings so many people with him, is it because he lacks confidence in his tender document, trying to embolden himself?"
"Mr. Scott seems so eager to show off, don't you think it's a bit too early?" Chester Yale raised an eyebrow, his indifferent lips parting slightly, showing complete disregard for Lucas Scott's provocation.
The imposing figure slowly stood up from the sofa and stepped towards Lucas Scott.
The two men, both with noble and exceptional presence, stood confronting each other, the air seeming to fill with the smell of gunpowder...