Rafine and Elina turned their heads as a tall, handsome man approached.
Rafine's expression immediately went cold. She stepped forward, positioning herself in front of Elina, and glared at the man with hostility.
"What do you want, Victor?" she asked sharply.
"Pfft! Don't be so fierce, Rafine. Don't you want to see an old friend?" Victor chuckled lightly and stopped a meter away.
"Old friend?" Rafine sneered. "Don't get cocky. I don't have friends like you."
The man before her was Victor Valcrest, son of the Valcrest family. In terms of status, he was on par with her and Allen.
But Victor was different from Allen. His skills were impressive, and he exuded a calm, composed demeanor—without the cockiness or arrogance that Allen displayed.
What stood out most was his cunning. He had once swindled a young nobleman from the Viscount family, nearly driving them into bankruptcy.
If it weren't for pressure from other noble houses, that family might have truly lost their noble title.
