Their gazes were cold.
Claire Joyce could only keep her head down, hold her breath, and slowly move along the cold wall.
Her heart pounded so fast it nearly burst from her chest.
It was not until she completely stepped out of the door that she dared to take a deep breath.
On her way home, she patted her chest and whispered, "That was terrifying... If it weren't for Selene's high status, I felt like I would be torn to pieces just from their glance."
She leaned against a stone post on the roadside, hands on her dramatically rising and falling chest.
The oppressive feeling from that moment still lingered in her mind.
The gaze of those High Rank males seemed to pierce through the soul.
If it weren't for Selene Kane's unique status.
She probably wouldn't even have had the right to approach those kinds of people.
"Luckily, Selene protected me..."
She murmured, a trace of gratitude in her eyes.
