Flotte did not bother with Klute, but instead swept his gaze toward Fei Xuelin, his lips curling into a playful smirk.
"Flotte, this is my Ouliya, who let you just barge in here?"
Fei Xuelin glared at Flotte with a frigid shout.
"In Europe, there's nowhere Flotte can't go. Even the Royal Palace of Country Y is a place I can come and go as I please, let alone this mere headquarters of Ouliya."
Flotte uttered with disdain.
Fei Xuelin's expression was gloomy as she stared at Flotte, her gaze flickering with light.
"What do you want?"
Fei Xuelin asked directly.
"I, Flotte, rather like this personality of yours, quite impressive. And I've set my sights on you too. There isn't a woman Flotte wants that he cannot have, no matter who she is or what her status—including you!"
Flotte said forcefully, his eyes fixed on Fei Xuelin.
"Is that so? Then I am definitely someone you will never have!"
Fei Xuelin's tone was equally firm.
