Marcus Quinn only nodded slightly at Caspian Yarn, without speaking.
Caspian Yarn's intention to hand over his business card was killed by the other's indifferent gaze. For some reason, seeing Marcus Quinn, an inexplicable strangeness arose in his heart, as if their natural aura didn't align.
Caspian Yarn politely smiled at the two of them, then entered the private room next door.
"Let's go in, otherwise your little sister-in-law will think I've taken you away." Yeats Howard patted his shoulder, saying, "Don't look at it, he's just someone climbing the social ladder, holding onto the Shaw Family's coattails. Speaking of which, I think he's also from Seacoast."
Marcus Quinn's gaze sharpened, and he asked, "What's his name, and his background?"
