He was wearing a royal-blue shirt and a coat of the same color. Even from a distance, he exuded immense power. Everyone who walked by him gave him a wide berth, as if they were afraid of getting too close.
As he approached, I could see his face. The tenderness of youth had faded away, leaving a chiseled jaw and strong angles.
It had been so long, but when I saw him again—with the new name “Jackson Sterling”-I only felt calmness. Not even a single stutter of my heart.
I lifted a hand to wave at the group. “This way!”
When the man saw the woman waving at them, he was slightly taken aback.
His trip to Arcadia was primarily to attend the bidding for the Weston City project.
The last person he expected to receive him was Taya.
He was stunned for a few seconds before he returned to normal
