"Good morning, everyone," he bowed slightly, his tone detached and professional, "may I ask... are you the guests who have made an appointment to view the house?"
Edmond's heart tightened, and he quickly forced a smile and nodded, "Yes, yes, we came to see the house... uh, this is the one listed for sale, right? Are you the landlord?"
The agent raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly, but his eyes unconsciously carried a hint of indifference.
"Sir, you must be joking. How could guests who reside here have time to personally show people around?"
"Uh, I see."
Edmond's face instantly flushed an unnatural crimson, and he was about to explain when Lumier, standing behind him, timely stepped forward, calmly taking out a business card from his pocket and handing it to the tuxedo-wearing agent.
The agent glanced down at it, his expression suddenly froze, as if he had been struck by the Petrification Technique, his gaze entirely glued to the dazzling and noble Purple Moon Badge.
