Who is it?
Charles White's eyes darkened as he saw Zoe Yale pulling her hand back in fright, and he immediately frowned, ready to step forward.
"Molly Sweetheart, it's been so long, have you missed me?"
"…" Charles White's body stiffened.
Molly Sweetheart?
Do they know each other?
Charles White didn't rush forward but instead fixed his gaze on the two people in front of him.
The young man in front of them had features so handsome that they blurred the line between genders, yet he exuded an incomparable rebelliousness.
But somehow, this rebelliousness didn't make him seem bewitching; instead, his entire demeanor emanated a noble aura.
He was dressed in a white shirt paired with black suit pants, the simplest of outfits, but standing there and lifting his gaze, he effortlessly became the center of attention.
One glance, and he captured everyone's eyes.