บท 582: Hearts Flutter

A black Rolls-Royce slowly stopped at one end of the red carpet. As the door opened, a pair of straight and slender legs came into view. Following the upward gaze, a face with distinct and exquisite features appeared, especially those deep and captivating eyes, resembling a meticulously painted artwork.

The man was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, accentuating his tall and sturdy figure. A compelling aura surrounded him, exuding an air of nobility akin to a king overlooking the world, emitting a breathtaking pressure.

Even though he calmly surveyed the surroundings, his almost indifferent eyes were enough to send shivers down everyone's spine.

In the presence of the onlookers, the man extended a hand toward the car's interior. Subsequently, a slender fingered hand landed in his palm, entering the sight of everyone.

As Cynthia appeared before the crowd, a collective gasp escaped from those present. Everything around seemed to freeze for a moment— one second, two seconds.