Bab 41: The Elite's Game

Anton Petrova made his entrance with an air of arrogance, his eyes gleaming with a self-satisfied grin. As he approached, his gaze shifted from the grand event to Jessica. 

His eyes swept over her with a lecherous hunger, making Ethan's blood simmer. Standing beside him, Jessica tensed under the intensity of Anton's stare, visibly uncomfortable.

Charles, sensing something was off, leaned in toward Ethan. "That's Anton Petrova," he whispered urgently. "He's not just anyone. Middle-tier in the Petrova family, but here in Novan City? He's treated like a king. People practically grovel at his feet because of his last name."

Ethan nodded slightly, acknowledging Charles' words. He did not really understand the weight of the Petrova name, but there was no way he would let Anton intimidate him.