"...It's not you, it's me who's not fit to be seen." Victoria Gibson spoke weakly, her little head drooping.
The status of the Second Young Master Yale is too noble; no matter who stands beside him, they draw all eyes.
But what she fears the most is just such attention.
"I won't let the same thing happen twice." Chad Yakov made a simple promise, with no extra words, as he took her hand and helped her out of the car.
The two entered the mall through the VIP Passage.
"Young Master." As soon as Chad Yakov appeared, four bodyguards in professional black suits with intercoms appeared at the entrance.
Their respectful greeting carried a meticulous precision.
"The Top Floor consists solely of the VIP Counter, and without a special status verification, ordinary people can't get in. The Young Master can rest assured," the leader reported to Chad Yakov.
