Who was his sister?

- You are...

- Mr Justin, we're here to learn how taffeta is made.

Raphaël spoke first, explaining the purpose of their visit.

Justin looked at the people standing at the entrance. He squinted his eyes, one could see his wrinkles. His eyes were deep, he entered the house.

- Let's go in.

The living room of the wooden house was small, it couldn't accommodate all the people. The security guards didn't enter as they stood outside.

Even then, the house was crowded after they entered.

The design of the house was simple, it was an antique style, there were eight chairs in the living room. A few drawings hung on the wall on both sides. They didn't match each other and looked messy. A table was placed in the middle. Justin sat down by it.

He picked up a cigarette and lit it,

- Who wants to learn from me?

Mia held Remy's hand and stepped forward, saying sincerely:

- I want to learn from you how to make taffeta. If you are willing to do so, be the master of my company. The pay is up to you.

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