'He was as handsome as ever, but today... he seemed a little angry...'
Quentin Holland wore a slim-fit, plaid suit with black ankle-length trousers, his expression blank as he walked toward her.
His face was undeniably handsome, in the same league as Leona Grant and Aaron Wyatt.
But while Leona was cold and Aaron was warm, he... projected an air of nonchalant indifference.
All in all, the feeling he gave off was somewhat similar to Leona's, yet not entirely. Their auras, however, were on the same level.
'That face, as noble and chiseled as a statue... a godly professor, indeed...'
'Oh, right,' Annabelle Linton remembered now. 'Mr. Holland is supposedly from a royal family. Something about being related to the royalty of Country V. In any case, his family is extremely wealthy and holds a prominent position.'
