Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Yancy Hastings furrowed his brows. He’d seen that expression many times, typically on women who were seeing him for the first time.

But why did this woman, Nia Mitchell, have to be so typical?

"Um, are you talking to me?"

Nia Mitchell retracted her gaze. This man’s expression is too intimidating.

"Mhm."

Yancy Hastings answered irritably, turning his head to look at his subordinates. The more I think about this, the more aggrieved I feel.

Meanwhile, Mr. Hampton and Hendry Hampton were petrified. The pair sat trembling on the bench, glancing over every now and then.

"You over there!"

Yancy Hastings strode forward a few steps, his eagle eyes scanning the Hampton father and son.

"Yes, er... may I ask who you are...?"