Sigmund was taken aback. They had barged into the Marshall family’s headquarters, yet claimed they weren’t here for the family? What a joke!
"Then, may I ask who you’re looking for?" Sigmund asked in bewilderment.
"Clear the way."
Primo commanded coolly, and the guards parted like a wave, revealing a path forward.
Walden and Sigmund scrutinized Primo carefully, realizing they didn’t recognize him.
But judging by Primo’s attire, they concluded that he was no ordinary man.
Hiring a team of guards was not difficult—many wealthy individuals could afford a squad. But Primo’s sophisticated style was unmistakable, signaling a refinement beyond what nouveau riche could achieve. True aristocracy took time to cultivate, a depth that money alone couldn’t buy.
Primo straightened his clothes, ad
