Hua Nuan felt a bit of a headache and raised her hand to rub her forehead.
"Madam, are you wondering if the Hua Family has received the invitation?"
"Yes."
"Don't worry, Madam, Mr. Huo's actions are always impeccable."
"Yes."
Huo Zun handles matters with the utmost precision. Otherwise, how could she have stayed by his side for so many years without escaping?
...
Inside a private beachfront villa in the Philippines:
Knock knock knock!
"Come in."
With the man's deep voice resonating, Hua Han stepped forward in a custom-made designer suit, appearing tall and robust, his shoes especially shiny black.
"Dad, did you want to see me?"
Hua Han directed his gaze toward the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, speaking.
The voice, just like the name, was cold to the extreme.
"Just received an invitation."
The man, whom Hua Han called Dad, turned around. His stature was as tall as Hua Han's, but due to time, he had grown a bit stout.
