Wesley Duke found himself unable to look away, his gaze becoming blatantly naked...
This man truly was a rare gem!
Especially the distinguished and extraordinary aura about him, which remained even in his silence, exuding an indifferent, elusive, and fleeting sense, yet still capable of emanating an imposing and solemn presence.
A long, good-looking hand was pinching a glass, exposing a section of pale white wrist, with half a glass of a colorless liquid in it—uncertain whether it was liquor or water...
This kind of bold, bare scrutiny was something Landon Brooke had seen quite a lot of before.
Especially when he was seriously ill before, appearing even more fragile, attracting those with ulterior motives who even wanted to take advantage of him.
But now, those people were no longer well off.
This Wesley Duke, he truly desired to take away his eyes.
Landon Brooke gestured slightly with his hand, and the bodyguards beside him already stepped aside.
