Chapter 33 Wrong Meeting

• He wore a black tuxedo that looked like it was tailored by the devil himself. One hand casually disappeared into his pant pocket, the other holding a champagne flute.
• He looked so different. Like a charming CEO who was known for his charms and ready to live up to that legacy. Like the kind of man people wrote magazine covers about and called "Most Eligible."
• He didn't look like the evil man that had murdered people without batting a lid, or hurt me like I was a breakable toy.