On a nearby sofa sat a man dressed in a black shirt and trousers. With eyes as dark as the night sky, he was breathtakingly graceful, handsome, and noble, looking as if the entire world had surrendered at his feet.
Caden Reginald was seated directly facing the door. The moment Seraphina Ashworth walked in, he recognized her. This was the girl he had spent seven years searching for, seven years thinking about.
He stood up and strode over to her, his gaze gentle.
The man's powerful, oppressive aura washed over her, and Seraphina Ashworth discreetly looked away.
'What a coincidence, to run into him here again.'
Everyone else in the room was stunned. 'Was this still the cold and ruthless emperor of the Lantister Family? The same Family Head who never let any woman near him? The same Family Head who would exude a murderous aura if a woman so much as touched him?'
