Suddenly, all eyes focused on the entrance. Could this be someone significant?
Avery Jane glanced toward the entrance following the crowd's gaze, and her heart suddenly sank.
Was it really that man? Joshua Hughes?
Avery Jane had always thought that men like him wouldn't enjoy attending such lively banquets, yet he came anyway.
Evelyn Yates was holding onto his arm, wearing a long white dress, adorned with jewels that didn't quite match the dress but were luxurious enough.
In a meticulously tailored black suit, his excessively handsome features were deeply captivating, like they were carved from a chisel. His cold and solemn aura exuded unparalleled elegance, with seductive eyes and a thin, enticing smile that seemed to compel women to kiss him.
Just by standing there, he became the center of attention, like a crane among chickens.
His eyes, dark as ink, had a mysterious, night-like depth that made one's heart race.
