Sight
All eyes turned toward the man in the wheelchair—
The once-in-a-generation prodigy, Benjamin.
Even though he was seated, the innate nobility that radiated from him was enough to command awe.
His handsome face was calm and restrained, with deep, enigmatic peach blossom eyes.
There was a languid ease to his manner, yet the sharpness between his brows never dulled.
As he entered, the crowd instinctively parted to make way.
“Fourth Master, congratulations!”
“Mr. Schmidt, congratulations!”
Benjamin had two reputations in public—
As the Fourth Young Master of the Schmidt family, most respectfully called him Fourth Master,
And as an elder of the Schmidt clan, many also addressed him as Mr. Schmidt.
The crowd swarmed around to offer their congratulations.
Benjamin nodded lightly
