The sudden remark made Mr. Eugene's smile disappear.
He frowned and looked toward the entrance of the reception room.
There stood a girl.
Her skin was delicate and fair, like coagulated cream.
Her phoenix eyes slightly upturned, emitting a faint glow that flickered on and off.
She was clear and cold, her eyes and eyebrows radiating a chill.
She just stared at him straight on.
Although her presence seemed subdued, it was like a deep current in still water, bearing an even more overwhelming force.
Her scrutinizing gaze made Eugene's heart skip a beat, as if a bad premonition was about to come true.
But the next moment, he scoffed to himself.
Just a girl of seventeen or eighteen, what could she do?
Perhaps she was just there to play around.
He had actually been startled for a moment.