The crowd turned towards the source of the voice, only to see a group of dashing young men entering in a procession.
Leading them was a young man in a pristine white suit, his hair impeccably combed, exuding the effortless charm of wealth.
Mr. Johnson seemed to recognize the person, expressing his surprise, "Mr. Fairfax! What brings you here?"
"I'm here to buy some gifts," Tyler Fairfax responded, his eyes gleaming with interest.
"I owe it to Phineas York for his timely reminder, or I would have missed out on such a treasure as the Seven Star Grass!"
"Ha, Mr. Fairfax, in my opinion, this Seven Star Grass is the cream of the crop!" The young man next to Tyler, adjusting his glasses, spoke with certainty.
Hearing this, Mr. Johnson turned to notice the speaker, drawing a sharp breath.
