“General, it looks like they made quite a welcome.” While driving the Bentayga while Archer sat in the back, Demelza looked at the main entrance, crowded with many people in neat uniforms.
Archer, busy with the information he was learning about the situation of his father's company that he wanted to rebuild, turned his attention from there and looked in the direction Demelza was referring to.
From a distance, he saw them all clearly, especially Marco and Bram, who continued to look at each other while fixing each other's clothes. Both of them looked full of enthusiasm, smiling broadly and twitching somewhat nervously.
The corners of Archer's lips lifted slightly; he snorted a condescending laugh at them, then returned to his indifferent demeanor. “Make sure to stop right in front of the
