chapter 38 Abalone is good

Arriving upstairs, just as they reached the Emperor VIP Room, they were greeted by a man in his thirties coming out of the restroom, still shaking his hands.
"Mr. Ivan, where have you been? I've been calling you," Monica rushed over like an eager puppy as soon as she saw Spark.
This guy was Mr. Ivan?
Clarence observed him calmly.
He was dressed in designer suits, with a Rolex Submariner on his wrist, walking with a bit of a floaty gait, and heavy bags under his eyes.
This kind of...