Sean attracted everyone’s attention. Some gazes were envious, while some were restrained or respectful.
However, they all had one thing in common, which was fear.
The crowd consciously made way for Sean.
Sean did not greet anyone and walked to the back.
Tate, who was dressed more formally than usual, walked toward Sean and nodded at the couple.
“Boss, the old master is waiting for you inside.”
Sean nodded and walked inside holding Yvette’s hand.
Yvette was not curious about this “old master” and thought that he was most likely a mafia boss. The more Yvette knew, the more danger she would be in.
However, she was forced to know who the old master was at that moment.
Yvette did not want others to see that she was nervous, so she might as well keep acting calm.
She kept a faint smile on her face and followed Sean.
Behind the divider was a spacious and luxurious lounge.
After they went in, an authoritative old man with a head of white hair and a white beard was sitting in the center. His smile was more terrifying than his straight face.
He looked so intimidating that a stern look from him could render one speechless.
The old man was wearing a white satin suit, and he was holding a white jade pendant.
When he saw them come in, his expression visibly turned graver and colder.
The room instantly turned cold and gloomy, so much so that Yvette could feel the chills all over her body.
That was because Yvette had never been in such a situation.
Sean was very calm as he walked over, smiled, and bowed respectfully.
“Happy birthday, Old Master.”
The old master looked at Sean with some appreciation and nodded with satisfaction.
“Sean, you haven’t visited me in a while. I heard that it’s because of a woman?”
Sean smiled naturally and took Yvette’s hand.
“My apologies, Old Master. This is Yvette.”
Yvette stood there motionless.
She would never bow to a criminal or wish him a happy birthday.
Yvette had been pampered all her life, so she was inherently arrogant and would not easily get scared or bow to anyone.
Sean seemed a little surprised by Yvette’s reaction.
However, he quickly smiled and did not ask her to do anything else.
He just looked at the old man and nodded apologetically.
“Old Master, she doesn’t know much, so please don’t blame her.”
The old man looked at Yvette for a few seconds with such a complex gaze that others could not decipher its meaning.
The cold and stiff expression on his face was indescribable.
Everyone thought the old master was angry, especially Mr. Cash, who was there to watch a good show.
Mr. Cash said with a smile, “The old master has seen everything. Sean, you’re still too young. If you don’t know how to train that woman, you should leave her with the old master…”
Sean’s expression changed slightly. Before he could speak, the old master yelled at Mr. Cash.
“Shut the hell up!”
Mr. Cash’s expression changed, and he stood up immediately.
“Old Master, I…”
He did not expect the old master to react so strongly to his remarks.
In the eyes of others, this was a show of the old master’s increasing favoritism toward Sean.
Sean was also a little surprised, but he quickly regained his senses.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)