Marshal hadn't finished speaking when he felt two icy gazes land on him. The weather was clearly sweltering, so 'why do I feel so cold?!'
The dapper Terrence Grant had been casually leaning against a Bentley, exuding endless charm while holding a bouquet of vibrant roses. His presence was overwhelming! A luxury car, a handsome man, fresh flowers—people of all genders couldn't help but stop and stare. The men looked at the car; the women looked at the man!
Originally, the aura he exuded was one of wild, untamed arrogance, which had charmed countless women. Everyone was wondering which girl could be so lucky to have such a handsome and outstanding boyfriend!
But suddenly, that arrogant aura vanished, replaced by an icy, sharp killing intent! Everyone felt a shiver run through them as waves of cold seemed to seep into their bodies, impossible to suppress!
