Camryn walked around the cash register to retrieve the roses for Callum.

As if she just heard the footsteps, Camryn stopped what she was doing and turned her head to face Mrs. Newman. She indifferently uttered, “Mom.”

Mrs. Newman first checked Callum out. Unable to put her finger on the familiar face, she painted a smiling face and asked, “You look familiar, mister. And you are?”

The person with the Maybach was no ordinary man.

Straightening his back, Callum turned around and met Mrs. Newman’s gaze. He courteously responded, “Callum York.”

“Ah, Callum York.”

Mrs. Newman could count the time she had met the nine heirs of the York family because they rarely attended any social engagements.

The outside world would probably not know how the York boys look or what their names were if they never joined the corporate world.

The York family shielded their children well from the world.

Mrs. Newman beamed at the mention of Callum’s name.

She wanted to be friendly with the Yor