Seth Sinclair's gaze swept over from across the grand hall, pausing for a brief moment.
The young woman, who had been as calm and serene as a clear spring in his presence, was now all smiles for Ethan Sinclair, looking as if they had endless things to discuss.
Lianne Lianne was usually rather oblivious to stares, but she sensed that someone was watching her.
She turned her head to look and saw Seth Sinclair.
The man was wearing a dark, custom-tailored, semi-casual suit today. With his broad shoulders and long legs, his cold, noble air of a wealthy scion was tinged with a roguish streak, making him stand out in the crowd.
His long, slender fingers held a glass of whiskey, and he seemed to be chatting and laughing with a beauty in a champagne-colored gown beside him.
Other young masters were with them, but the beauty's eyes were fixed solely on Seth Sinclair.
