"Duke, please follow me."
Following the little boy out of the car was a tall and straight man. Although the signs of age could be seen in his eyes and brows, they did not detract from his handsomeness; on the contrary, the traces between his eyebrows and eyes endowed him with a mature charm distinct from that of a pretty boy.
The man's features were strong and well-defined, and coupled with his unique hazel eyes, he seemed half-blood at first glance. Yet upon closer inspection, one would realize that his features, though robust, were not actually of mixed heritage.
As soon as he stepped out of the car, he immediately became the center of attention.
Many people looked in his direction, whispering among themselves.
"It's the Duke of Habsden."
"I didn't realize he was in Spirelin City too."
"I didn't expect the Duke of Habsden to be here as well."
"Who is that little boy by his side? Isn't it said that the Duke of Habsden isn't married yet? Could he be an illegitimate child?"
