The young man was Dane Brent. He was in his early twenties and had dyed his hair red. If he didn't have a handsome face, he would look plain. However, his skin was quite fair, and he was good-looking. He was wearing items from famous brands from head to toe. Considering his appearance, his arrogance became less annoying.
Before Julieanna could speak, Clara had moved forward.
"Sir, are you Mr. Brent's son? It was me who sold that Mercedes-Benz to your father."
Clara blinked her big eyes. She got close to Dane to give him a glass of water. Clara almost rubbed her chest against his arm.
"She would flatter anyone as long as it's a man."
Julieanna heard a sneer from Riya. This was clearly not the first time Clara had done this.
Julieanna breathed a sigh of relief and tried to calm down. S
