“Miss, what’s your name?” Julian inquired.

Kiera graciously retrieved a business card and handed it to Julian, saying, “My name is Kiera Caron. I’m a martial arts instructor, but my students are all children.”

Julian accepted Kiera’s business card, examined it carefully, and stored it away neatly.

He then offered Kiera one of his own business cards. Unlike Kiera’s, his did not reveal his affiliation with the Bucham family; instead, it featured a company under his name, naturally identifying him as the president of that firm.

Kiera accepted his business card with both hands. After reading it, she smiled and remarked, “Mr. Bucham, you’re a president!? I saw on TV that presidents are usually accompanied by a group of bodyguards. Why don’t you have any with you?”

Julian chuckled and replied, “I did hire bodyguards who have been with me for several years. However, some have had to leave to care for aging parents, and others have resigned to marry after being pressured by their families.”

“I haven’t found suitable replacements yet.”

Kiera nodded, choosing not to ask further questions.

This was her first encounter with a prominent president in person. He drove a luxury car worth several million dollars, which confirmed in her mind that Mr. Bucham must indeed be a significant figure.

This was her personal opinion, fueled by curiosity that led her to ask a few questions.

Since they were not well acquainted, she felt it was best not to pry too deeply.

However, from her interaction with Julian, she concluded that the president of Wiltspoon was genuinely young, handsome, and wealthy.

When the police arrived, they took away all the actors and actresses whom Kiera had knocked down.

Kiera accompanied Julian to the police station to give her statement.

a statement.