The night of the banquet.
Socialites abounded, media swarming—the gathering was lavish and grandiose.
The young master of the Skylane Estate had attended in person, drawing countless camera flashes his way.
Beneath the magnesium lights, his expression was the same as ever; that distinctive gentle air exuded from him, and his white suit made him look even more ethereal and unattainable.
From the moment Alexander Skylane returned to the country, journalists had tried every possible way to secure an interview with him, but to no avail.
Tonight, after the banquet concluded, there would be a Q&A session. Every reporter was gearing up, eager to unearth some exclusive scoop.
Just then, four people entered from the doorway.
The previously lively banquet hall fell silent in an instant.
Everyone stared in shocked disbelief at the man leading the group.
