The spacious hall quickly fell silent.
"Hello, we're..." Big Mo was about to introduce themselves.
"The Morris Brothers, I presume."
A servant emerged from the shadows, pushing Gordo, who was seated in a wheelchair.
He looked a bit unkempt, not at all like a nobleman of high standing.
Messy hair, a messy beard, and a face etched with exhaustion.
If not for the expensive-looking wheelchair he was sitting in, it would be hard to believe this sloppy middle-aged man was a member of the Craig Clan.
"Sir Craig, I've always heard you enjoy helping homeless children, but I never imagined you'd take such good care of them. That was honestly the most beautiful choir I've ever heard. You're truly a kind and good man."
Big Mo had barely listened to a few choirs in his life.
But facing a potential investor, he decided to employ every flattering technique he had ever learned.
Praising someone's work or hobbies was usually more effective than praising the person themself.
