"Mr. Rogers, President Thorne!"
The moment he spotted them, Milo's face lit up with a broad smile as he hurried over to greet them.
Winona had long since joined Thorne Group, working alongside Victor to manage the company. This time, she was here as the official representative at the business forum, which meant everyone addressed her as "President Thorne."
"You must be tired after the journey, aren't you?"
His English was quite good—there was a trace of an accent, but it didn't hinder communication at all.
Winona dipped her head in polite acknowledgment. "Mr. Milo, thank you for coming all this way to meet us."
"It's no trouble at all!" Milo replied quickly. "It's my pleasure. In fact, I've already arranged a dinner at my estate. Would I be honored to have you both as my guests tonight?"
"Thank you for going to all this trouble," Elvis replied, his tone cool and reserved.
Milo, well aware of Mr. Rogers' temperament, didn't dare be overly familiar. Still, his enthusiasm never wavered.
After all, Elvis might seem aloof, but the fact that he'd agreed to attend the dinner meant Milo's request for help wasn't entirely hopeless.
The motorcade Milo had arranged had been waiting outside the airport for some time.
Knowing about the relationship between Elvis and Winona, Milo didn't dare share a car with them. After respectfully ushering them into the lead vehicle, he hurried off to take a seat in one further back.
The convoy set off toward Milo's estate.
As they drove, Winona gazed out at the passing scenery, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "The last time I was here, I was just a kid. Everything looks so different from how I remember it."
"This time," Elvis said fondly, looking at her, "besides the places you want to visit, we can retrace every spot you used to go."



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