Raphael frowned as he stepped off the plane.
He disliked this place.
At this time, he should have been in a shop on Bell Street in England, tailoring for the elegant British gentlemen and ladies.
Instead of coming to a faraway foreign land, to design wedding attire for a pair of wealthy strangers whose names he'd never heard!
But he had no choice but to come.
Because the other party offered a price he simply couldn't refuse.
This kind of awkward mentality, wanting to make money yet feeling like he was losing his dignity, always left the well-known fashion master from Country Y with a constipated look.
"Mr. Raphael, please follow me!" At this moment, a dignified middle-aged man approached with a smile.
This man improved Raphael's mood somewhat.
It seemed, at least this country had gentlemen too!
But upon exiting the airport terminal, what awaited outside were several dazzling luxury cars.
