Knowing that a big shot was coming, the owner of The Xing had personally arrived to welcome them.
Derik Xing was only twenty-seven years old, but the pressure of harsh business realities had forced him to grow up faster than most.
Thus, when he saw a young girl being led in by Assistant Samuel, he showed no trace of disdain or disrespect.
Among the upper echelon, it wasn't uncommon for children of influential families to manage small companies as part of their training. Any profit or loss from such ventures was negligible to them.
The thought that his father's lifelong treasure was merely a plaything for the rich forced a bitter smile onto his face.
Samuel stood beside Severine as he introduced them to each other while subtly giving Derik a once-over.
Hmm. Just as rumours say. Lovely like honey and sunlight. The assistant thought with pity. That pretty face must have caused too much trouble for Derik.
