"Lovely Miss! May I know your name?" he came before Malin, bending down to ask.
The girls tilted their heads in unison.
Malin propped her chin with one hand, murderous intent surging in her heart.
Meanwhile, Secretary Karen smiled and patted the young man's shoulder, "Sir, the gentleman sitting in front of you is Mr. Malin from the House of Gaiate."
Another young man grabbed his friend's arm and ran.
"Malin, you should tidy up your hair," Faye whispered in Malin's ear.
"Well, after I'm done here, I'll find a barbershop." Malin twirled a lock of her long hair with her finger, nodding somewhat absentmindedly.
At this moment, the secretary made a welcoming gesture, "The president is inside, please come upstairs."
"Thank you." Malin stood up, leading the girls upstairs.
The white-bearded old man sat behind the long table, as before, his hands covering the lower half of his face.
