"Hmm?"
Wyatt Barnes looked at the middle-aged man, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Manager."
At this moment, the staff member who had told Wyatt there was no seat respectfully saluted the middle-aged man, his heart filled with trepidation and resentment.
Trepidation about Wyatt's identity.
Resentment because Wyatt did not reveal his own identity.
"Are your eyes blind... This person is a guest of the Pavilion Master!"
The middle-aged man glared at the staff member, causing him to hurriedly make an apologetic smile towards Wyatt, "Guest, I'm sorry, I did not know you are a guest of the Pavilion Master."
"Guest, no need to bother with him! Come with me, the Pavilion Master is waiting for you."
The middle-aged man looked at Wyatt, his face filled with smiles.
"Pavilion Master? The Pavilion Master of Marvel Pavilion?"
Wyatt's heart was filled with confusion... The Pavilion Master of Marvel Pavilion, knows him?
