Rowan Benett didn't say a word; instead, he turned his head to look at a man in one corner.
At this moment, Abigail Hemsworth finally looked up and directed her gaze toward the corner that had been filled with a strong aura from the beginning.
In front of the private room, the LCD screen was silently playing an MV, and the man in the corner remained hidden in the darkness.
At that moment, the man's phone suddenly rang. He took out his phone, and the brightness from the large touchscreen phone instantly revealed his handsomely beautiful face.
The glimmer in Abigail Hemsworth's eyes flickered slightly, but the corners of her lips curled up into an even more sarcastic arc.
Travis Miller's profound gaze lightly rested on the phone screen, his delicate and attractive thin lips carried a barely discernible curve. The light from the screen danced, bringing a faint liveliness even to his subtle facial expressions.
A figure both languid and elegantly aristocratic.
