Isabel's disdainful expression froze when she saw the handsome, cold face of the man.
The surprise in her eyes appeared layer after layer in her gaze.
She had always thought that Lucifer's devilish handsomeness made him the most attractive man.
Unexpectedly, Thomas Shannon, as handsome as he was, was no less than Lucifer.
The man carried an innate nobility, his complexion was gloomy, his thin lips pressed tightly, exuding an aura of keeping strangers at bay.
"Mister Andres, sorry to keep you waiting."
He arrived In Front of Dining Table, Charlie River immediately pulled out the chair for him, and his tall, slender body sat down.
Isabel's breathing became erratic, and even his voice was so magnetic and charming. The resentment she felt from waiting just now had completely dissipated.
Andres laughed heartily, "We just arrived, Young Master Shannon, this is my niece, Cecilia Branford. Cecilia, this is Young Master Shannon."
