The onlookers, who had been so intimidated by Adrian Quincy's presence they'd nearly lost their wits, finally recovered and broke into a flurry of discussion:
"I just heard Adjutant Hawkins call that man 'Young Master Quincy.' He couldn't be the master of Quincy Manor, could he?"
"Quincy Manor belongs to a legacy family. If his surname is Quincy, then it has to be him!"
"Ah! I always thought the master of Quincy Manor was some old geezer. I never imagined he'd be so incredibly handsome. I'm officially a fan!"
"And that woman... she seems to know Young Master Quincy really well..."
Listening to the buzzing gossip, Claire Sinclair felt a little uneasy. She quickly gathered her skirt and headed for the staircase.
Meanwhile.
Ethan Kingsley raised his wine glass for a small sip, his eyes fixed with great interest on the girl's sexy, alluring back. A seductive smirk played on his lips.
'Looks like Adrian Quincy has taken the bait.'
