"Marcel come in! This is a representative of a company from the country of London. His boss Mr Morgan couldn't come so he sent a personal assistant here. You come in, bring your fiancée here," his father said.
Fortunately, Marcel had put on a mask, glasses and a hat before he went home. He had never liked to show his Morgan-like face.
"Marcel, why are you daydreaming? Hurry up and shake hands with Papa's guests. Where's your fiancé?" his father called once again.
"I'll call my fiancée first because she and I just had a baby. Papa I will explain later. You continue with your guest." Marcel excused himself.
"You are Mr Andrew-right? We met on the plane. Hello, don't leave yet sir," Morgan's assistant stopped Andrew.
"Sorry, we've already met. Welcome home and you can talk to my Papa. I'
