"Sir, there's a gentleman outside who claims to have the last name Rowe."
The guard reported.
Jasper Monroe set down the teacup in his hand, his previously relaxed gaze suddenly freezing: "Mr. Rowe?"
Monica Jacobs, sitting opposite him, also paused her actions: "Is it Ian Rowe? That child has come to visit?"
"No." Jasper slowly knitted his eyebrows: "The last time Ian came, there's no way the guard wouldn't recognize him."
Monica looked slightly surprised: "Then who is it? Which Rowe..."
She had only just said half of the sentence, when she abruptly stopped. An incredible speculation crossed her mind, and Monica furrowed her brows: "Could it be..."
Jasper's expression turned grave. He pressed a few buttons on the remote, and the large screen immediately showed the scene at the front gate.
A black luxury car was quietly parked at the entrance. As if sensing something, the window slowly rolled down, revealing a handsome man's face.
