Hearing the familiar voice, Aurora Blaine turned around.
Jasmine Coleman followed her gaze.
The man was dressed in black, tall and slender, like a walking clothes hanger. As he approached, Jasmine Coleman gradually saw his face—an angelic face that could drive countless girls crazy, enough to outshine a group of male stars in the entertainment circle.
His aura was imposing, his eyes cold, and he seemed to be enveloped in a deadly dangerous aura.
Meeting those cold eyes, Jasmine Coleman shivered.
Who is this?
Maverick Knight stopped in his tracks and repeated his words, "Who are you asking for forgiveness?"
Four words, as cold as December ice, devoid of any warmth.
Even though Jasmine Coleman had encountered all sorts of storms, facing such a powerful presence now, she swallowed her saliva, finding her voice again, "Who, who are you? Please don't meddle in my business. I'm her agent. Since she's done something wrong, she must bear the consequences."
