Hugh Hu couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration and awe—every time he merely glimpsed Martin Wu, his heart would tremble. The commanding aura Martin had cultivated over the years was something ordinary people simply couldn’t withstand.
After Martin Wu finished speaking, he noticed the young man before him didn’t seem inclined to reply. Martin found this strange, furrowed his brows slightly, and asked with curiosity, “Aren’t you going to say something?”
“Or maybe you’ve already figured it out? If you have, then right now you can…”
Martin Wu had only spoken halfway before he was abruptly interrupted.
Suddenly, the sound of knocking came from outside the courtyard.
The moment the sound rang out, Martin Wu’s face changed instantly. He paid no attention to Evan Lin, turned to look outside, paused to steady himself with a deep breath, then strode over and opened the courtyard gate.
"You’re here. The old master has been waiting a long time."
As Martin Wu opened the door, a faint smile appeared on his face and he nodded slightly.
Hugh Hu and Evan Lin glanced over and saw two people standing outside the gate.
A man and a woman. The woman looked to be around forty, dressed in an elegant black dress and high heels, her neckline slightly open. Her makeup was subtle yet refined, her skin fair and well-maintained, her figure graceful—clearly someone from a wealthy household. As she entered, she showed not the slightest hint of deference to Martin Wu; on the contrary, she carried herself with a haughty air, her nose upturned with arrogance.