As soon as they saw Lana, the Rivers family members put on flattering smiles.
Lana's gaze settled on the man standing at the front.
He carried himself with an upright posture, dressed in a tailored suit with a vest beneath.
His blond hair was neatly styled, his black eyes calm and steady, and his fair skin was nearly flawless.
He looked every bit like someone born into righteousness and authority.
What truly caught Lana's attention, however, was the aura surrounding him.
White.
Pure, soft white light enveloped his form, giving him an almost benevolent presence.
Intertwined with that white was a faint purple hue.
'He's genuinely kind,' Lana thought, mildly surprised.
Behind him stood several bodyguards and an assistant.
The assistant had brown hair and wore a beige suit.
When he noticed Lana's gaze shift toward him, he smiled politely. Yet Lana was not looking at his face.
She was staring at his aura.
It was pitch-black.
Her heart skipped slightly.
