Lia Aiken thought that the man whose appearance was unknown to her back then was surely a man of noble descent, otherwise he wouldn't exude such a regal aura. Now knowing his true identity, it confirms Lia's suspicion.
"Mr. Ivan."
Mr. Aiken was still following Ivan Horne's entourage.
Ivan finally stopped.
Mr. Aiken's face was full of smiles, and as Ivan stopped, he hesitantly said, "Mr. Ivan, I'm sorry to disturb you. I only need a few minutes of your time." Mr. Aiken feared he would always remain anxious if he didn't clarify the matter.
Ivan seemed to think for a moment, only then did a faint smile appear on his handsome face, "Mr. Aiken?"
"Yes, yes, it's me."
Ivan smiled, a bit embarrassed, "I didn't recognize you at first. Please don't take offense, Mr. Aiken. Why are you here?" Actually, it was intentional; he has an excellent memory.
