The banquet hall was quiet for a few seconds. The man in front of them turned around slowly, wearing a black mask. His light brown eyes were calm, and his thin lips were slightly hooked. Although he was smiling, there was a feeling of detachment.
Yigol Mamet: "..." Damn! This is Caleb Mamet, that damn man!
Twilight's assistant spoke respectfully: "Our Mr. Mamet once met Mr. Yigol Mamet at a banquet, so when he heard that Mr. Yigol Mamet needed the banquet hall, he decided to make way for you all."
Sid Armstrong's face was full of admiration: "Ah! Yigol! You're amazing!"
Yigol Mamet pulled the corner of his mouth: "..." I'm amazing my ass!
Twilight glanced at Yigol Mamet and spoke lightly: "Mr. Yigol Mamet, can we talk alone?"
Yigol Mamet pursed his lips and gritted his teeth as he followed Twilight into the nearby restroom.
