It was not even one minute since Alan had entered the mansion, when a slightly aloof voice came from beside them.
"Rea, who is this person?"
A man dressed in a sharp suit walked over, exuding an aura of success. He stood not far away, his gaze fixed on Rea, then shifting to Alam, who was being held by Rea. His eyes held a mixture of anger and dissatisfaction.
Thiago only noticed Alan after he was close enough. Before that he was only focused on Rea.
Rea looked at Thiago and smiled, "Who's this? This person is, of course, my man. Who else could it be?"
Thiago's expression turned sour, his gaze icy as he stared at Alan. "Him? This kind of person? How could he be your man?"
He could tell that the clothes that Alan wore wouldn't even cost 1000 Starcoins. And he was too young for him to be anyone influential.
