A quaint private mansion, east of the city, Hiltonan.
As a child who had grown up in Hiltonan, Yvonne had never known such a place.
Obviously, this was a private place of Nicholas Brown.
Zachary and Yvonne got out of the car, walked around the beautiful courtyard, and finally saw the man sitting on the other side of the long table.
This was the first time that Yvonne had met Nicholas Brown.
Even she, who was used to seeing big occasions, was shocked by the aura of the man in front of her.
The man was nothing like Zachary.
The latter got finely carved features so he looked pretty handsome and perfect.
But not Nicholas. His face was less exquisite, but together, it turned out to an impressive face.
Couldn't say which part of him was handsome. One just got fascinated to his glamor! Perhaps this was his charm, thought Yvonne.
If she wasn't looking Zachary everyday, she was afraid that she could not be able to hold still.
