Everyone's gaze converged on Vincent Thorne, their eyes filled with astonishment, surprise, relief, and pity.
The young President Thorne was considered a leading figure in the wealthy circles of Stellan. Although his injuries had not yet healed, he stood perfectly straight. A composed and cold aura exuded from him, his eyes bearing the sharpness and coercion of a superior. He was not to be underestimated.
Kane Kendrick and his subordinates had no contact with Stellan's social circles. Seeing Vincent's formidable presence, they all wondered, "Who is this?"
"I am Vincent Thorne, a member of the Thornes from The Twelve Noble Clans of Lumin-Umbra. Who are you, and what do you want?"
His brows knitted tightly as his sharp eyes scrutinized this group of men in black. Then, he glanced sideways at Gordon Gable, who was slumped on the ground. A flash of disgust crossed his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
The Thornes?
