"Timothy Hart of the Hart Group has arrived!"
The bustling crowd suddenly parted, and everyone turned in astonishment to see a tall, upright figure slowly walking in from the far end of the hall.
Aurora Wright trembled violently, her pupils contracting.
The man seemed to stride in with the wind—his pace swift yet unhurried. With sharp brows and piercing eyes, his deep black irises resembled fine ink jade, glinting with a cold light. His entire being radiated an icy, forbidding aura that kept others at bay.
Behind him followed Owen and several black-clad bodyguards, who stopped at the entrance without entering.
Only Owen handed the gift to a nearby attendant before stepping inside after him.
"Timothy Hart! It's really him! What's he doing here?"
One guest whispered, and the others se
