"Mr. Moss?"
The crowd froze for a moment. Which Mr. Moss?
The middle-aged man, dressed in an expensive suit, radiated an air of success. The Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist sparkled, clearly marking him as a wealthy and accomplished individual.
For someone like him to be so polite, the identity of this "Mr. Moss" had to be something special, right?
Instinctively, the crowd's eyes turned to Kellan.
At this gathering, the person with the most prestigious status was undoubtedly Kellan. But… Kellan's last name wasn't Moss.
So, who was this "Mr. Moss" the man was referring to?
"Are you looking for me?" Bruce, sitting in his wheelchair, asked casually.
"Hahaha! Bruce, are you out of your mind?" Kellan burst into laughter, his face full of disdain.
"Bruce, stop talking nonsense,"
