Serena Stanton wore a simple yet stylish blue shirt, paired with sharply draped suit pants, her figure tall and elegant.
She maintained her composure as she said, "We're not from the same year. Even if we were, same year and same major, we probably wouldn't cross paths easily."
"In this circle, there's not a soul who doesn't tread carefully around Adrian. On the surface, everyone acts relaxed with him, no sense of constraint, but the only one who can truly do as he pleases is him alone."
Luna continued, "Even Uncle Shaw can't restrain him. If he were manageable, Adrian would have long been obediently following Uncle Shaw's plan."
Adrian truly leads a life of his own making.
Serena listened quietly.
Luna studied her expression carefully, only to find it calm and unflappable, no cracks to be found.
Last week at the club, Serena and Adrian didn't exchange a single word, yet some things simply can't be concealed.
For example, the way Adrian looked at Serena.
