"I have no idea why he's here, either."
Angela Linton lifted her hand, flicking at her Ocean Star Earrings. "Those girls are dying to meet him. Each and every one of them is shrewd, filled with nothing but adult calculations—they've probably set their sights on Adrian."
Serena Stanton shifted her gaze, looking at her own reflection in the mirror, haloed by embedded lights. She said nothing.
Back then, whether in Syland or abroad, the socialites who adored Adrian Shaw were as numerous as fish in the Argent River. Among them, plenty were stunning beauties with exquisite figures, and aristocratic families vied endlessly for his favor.
"He's not my type, anyway." Angela curled her lips, her tone coquettish. "Adrian Shaw, sure, he's honorable—who doesn't want to climb up to the Shaw Crown Prince? But he's too unfathomable, intimidating and difficult to handle. Me, I want someone gentle, indulgent, doting—a man who spoils me and hangs on my every word."
