"You --"
The expression on Mr. Luna's face darkened steadily.
He thought that Sinclair would not give him a face and would strictly punish Roman.
Or use Roman's issue to bleed Luna Group's money.
But he never expected that he wouldn't even be able to enter the Luther Family's door.
Remembering that he, Mr. Luna lived a more than halfway glorious life and had never been treated this way before.
However, thinking of the god of plague inside the manor, Mr. Luna gritted his teeth and swallowed all the harsh words.
The mercenaries remained solemn, without any changes in their expressions.
"If you're not allowing us in, at least let them in, right?"
Driven by an urgency, Madame Luna thought of Augustine's and his wife's identity, immediately pulling them in front of the mercenaries.
"This is your lady's close uncle and aunt, do you want to stop them too?"
