Abbott looked at the man sitting opposite him and elegantly picked up the coffee in front of him. His movements were elegant and noble.

There was also a kind of majesty that couldn't be ignored.

Leandro took a sip of his coffee and looked up at Abbott. "It doesn't matter who I am. From now on, don't make any more moves."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Abbott: "..."

At this moment, Leandro's voice was very soft, but it gave Abbott a sense of intimidation.

Leandro didn't want to talk too much with Abbott. He stood up and said, "There can't be any mistakes in our wedding."

There was...