"Mr. Taylor..." Brandon Lucas recognizes the visitor and immediately smiles.
"Mr. Taylor, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..."
At this point, Rowena Gray looks up at the man who caught her just now.
The man is about 5 feet 10 inches tall and appears to be in his forties.
Well-maintained, his tailored suit is low-key yet very tasteful.
Most importantly, from his dignified expression and the steady, noble air he exudes, one can tell that he must be a very important and remarkable person.
Feeling his big hand still on her waist, Rowena Gray shyly purses her lips, "Thank you just now."
The middle-aged man smiles lightly upon hearing Rowena's words.
His dark eyes focus intently on Rowena's face.
"You're welcome, it was no trouble at all."
"Ahem... I can stand on my own now."
Only then does the man let go of the hand that had been on her waist.
