Yannick Luther was dumbfounded, "She called me Yannick the Third?"
"Yes..."
"Holy shit!" Cold sweat immediately broke out on Yannick's forehead. Startled, he almost jumped up, "Could it be my sister?!"
But, could his sister sing so beautifully?
Could his sister have such a sweet and soft voice?
How had he never noticed before?
Yannick wondered why he had guessed it was his sister first.
Because there were only a few people who called him Yannick the Third. Excluding his grandma, his mom, and Rebecca Kelloway, it would only be his sister among the young females.
The waiter didn't know what Ms. Joanna Luther looked like, but he could guess that the girl just now definitely couldn't be her.
The age, appearance, and demeanor all didn't match.
"Mr. Yannick, she's a very young girl. She shouldn't be Ms. Joanna, right?"
"Not my sister?" Yannick was even more confused, "Who could it be then?"
Now even Frank Parker and Rebecca Kelloway started to get curious.
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