Titus’s bodyguards got out of the vehicles first.
Jennifer instinctively stepped forward to open the car door for Titus, but Timothy was quicker. Wearing a broad smile, he hurried over and opened the door himself.
“Master.”
Titus stepped out of the car, gave a slight nod, and said calmly, “At the company, call me President Labbe.”
Timothy kept smiling.
“Yes, President Labbe.”
Titus’s gaze swept across Labbe Group’s senior management team.
