A black Maybach came to a stop.
Emily Parker's facial features wrinkled up, her gaze fixed on the car with extreme displeasure.
"Who is this? Quite the arrogance."
The car door opened, and a man's tall figure emerged from the vehicle.
With a high-bridged nose, deep-set eyes, and tightly pursed slender lips, his pitch-black eyes were filled with a cool and icy light.
The aura he carried with him exuded an overwhelming oppressive force.
Waylon Lewis knitted his brows, his gaze sweeping around the area.
Hope Williams pressed her lips together slightly, feeling an unexpected sense of vulnerability within her heart the moment she saw Waylon.
Sophie Zhou, standing in front of Hope, had her eyes light up, adhering to Waylon like superglue, her heart racing tumultuously as she gazed upon the man's face that could overturn all living beings.
Nervously biting her lower lip, her hand unconsciously tightened on the arm of Emily Parker.
Who is this man?
