Jane McCain picked up the Christmas gift she had prepared and walked out of the dormitory room, seeing a group of people striding towards her from down the corridor, exuding an impressive aura.
Her heart was racing, her gaze seemed magnetically attracted to the man in the middle of the crowd, and she couldn't look away.
Allen Rivera was wearing a long black coat, left open to reveal the dark suit underneath. His tall, slender figure cut through the air with a sense of grandeur, his entire demeanor cool and aloof, exuding a commanding presence.
Neither the assistant beside him nor the stalwart officers behind him stood out in comparison.
Pressing a hand to her pounding heart, Jane McCain shyly thought: Even his walking posture is so handsome?
However, when their eyes met, Allen's gaze suddenly darkened.
Jane McCain was slightly stunned.
