“Young Master Dylan!”“President Newman!”
As the journalists called out to Dylan, he simply waved his hand at them in an elegant manner. On the other hand, the flashing lights of the cameras were so bright that I couldn’t open my eyes as I moved forward in a stiff manner. Fortunately, Dylan was holding my hand, otherwise, I would have fainted on the sp
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