Mr. Hughes?
Violet Taylor stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening.
Could it really be, as she had imagined?
She looked towards the entrance, only to see a man, surrounded by a crowd, entering with a radiance of his own. As soon as he set foot in the venue, his aura and the chill in the air instantly made him the center of attention.
Upon entering, the man's gaze darkened, his tensed jawline softened when he saw her, and then he walked forward without so much as a sideways glance.
The person in charge at Muccmi was stunned, hurrying to greet him, "Mr. Hughes, I didn't expect you to really come! Please, this way. Would you like to meet Lucy Anderson? Or, is there something you wish to share with us?"
The respect in their manner spoke volumes of Maxwell Hughes's status.
Maxwell Hughes, upon hearing this, continued to walk forward.
Meanwhile, Violet Taylor, who stood among the crowd, turned her head at the next moment.
Why had he come?
