"She's not worthy."
Clement Atkins's words had a deeper meaning.
Allie Jones was pondering this when a beautiful woman gracefully approached.
"Master Atkins."
Clement Atkins looked up, "From the Watson Family?"
It was Alumna Palmer.
Despite the subzero temperatures outside, she was wearing a cheongsam paired with gloves and a shawl, her figure willowy.
"You remember me then."
Alumna Palmer had toasted Clement Atkins at a celebratory banquet, but not alone; there were nine girls in her group altogether.
She thought she had been remembered, her eyes filled with joy.
But Clement Atkins said, "I don't remember you, I recognize your brother."
Alumna Palmer had just entered the venue with her brother, Maxwell Palmer. She felt a brief moment of disappointment before sitting down and maintaining the poised demeanor of a noble lady, introducing herself openly, "My name is Alumna Palmer."
His gaze swept over her, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.
Dangerous, but captivating.
