Under the dim lights, Henry had an aura that was both decadent and ascetic.

He caught sight of Giselle, his gaze locking onto her as he rubbed his eyes, as though he couldn't believe she was there.

It wasn't until Giselle approached him directly that cracks began to show on his normally impeccable facade.

Mark Hughes stood up quickly, positioning himself next to Giselle with a warm greeting, “Look who's here, Ms. Jefferson!”

Giselle wasn’t particularly fond of ...