Even though Rachel wasn't wearing shoes, she had been with Kellan long enough to pick up some of his sharp, commanding ways.
Her aura wasn't really two meters eight, but at that moment, she felt at least one meter eight, enough to make the arrogant man in front of her hesitate.
Second Master Garcia's expression shifted. Everyone at this banquet was either rich or powerful.
The woman before him was dressed in luxury, her delicate aura proving she wasn't ordinary.
He couldn't tell whose girlfriend she was, but one thing was clear, if he accidentally offended someone important, his father would tear him apart.
Yet as his eyes roamed over Rachel's flawless face and elegant figure, desire swallowed reason.
His smirk returned, full of arrogance.
"I don't care whose woman you are," he sneered. "Tonight, I'll make you mine."
Rachel's breath caught.
For a moment, she wanted to declare, I'm Master Elliott's girlfriend. But hesitation clawed at her heart.
