Chapter 155 Yvette Noticed Mr Yarwood

• "My name is Shepherd," Charlie declared with pride, as though his last name would allow him to enter any place without difficulty. The employees scowled. "Sir, I apologize. We haven't invited any physicians, but we do have a special guest today. I would have to ask that you and your partner depart right away. Charlie was taken aback. It was the most ashamed he had ever felt. "I-" The staff member abruptly activated his Bluetooth earpiece, seemingly in response to a command. Yes, I am standing at the door. Has Mr. Yarwood shown up yet? Okay, I'm heading out now. Mr. Yarwood? The eyes of Yvette illuminated Curious whether she would finally get to see the man she hadn't seen the other time, she woke up excited.
• Charlie was still irritated with the staff's impoliteness, so he didn't notice Yvette's look until she whispered quietly. "I have finished the pictures. Charlie, how about we take a walk instead? Charlie's attitude marginally improved. "All right." "Charlie, don't bring yourself down to their level," Yvette stated quietly. He is only a server and a receptionist, after all. "I am aware. Come on, let's go. Charlie let out a sigh, seeing how thoughtful his beautiful Yvette was. He had no idea that Yvette's thoughts had already strayed past the door. A few million-dollar Mercedes cars led the way outside the gate, followed by an opulent special edition Maybeck that was all black.
• Everyone stood up and waited for the Maybeck to arrive as soon as they saw the Yarwood logo, which is well-known in the business world. With solemn looks on their faces, the well-groomed executives of the Chamber of Commerce hurried over and opened the car door with deference. "Yarwood, Mr." Yvette saw the man inside the car, who had a stately posture and a commanding presence, as the door swung open. He chose a dark trench coat instead of a formal suit, and his porcelain-white wrist was finished with a crimson bracelet made of beads. After getting out of the automobile, he was soon encircled by the throng, with the exception of a feeling of grandeur and remoteness, similar to that of a heavenly being.