Peter Aria was dressed in a white shirt and black pants. He had a lean figure and a neat demeanor. His hair was trimmed impeccably, his features were refined, and his eyes sparkled. No wonder he attracted so many women; he indeed had enough charm to do so.
No one could tell from his face or figure that he was already in his late thirties. He could easily pass as a university student by carrying a backpack.
Virginia Frost remembered him in his youth— a romantic figure that rivaled thousands of distinguished women in Lostswa, and even now, he remained as he was.
That wretched woman did have an eye for quality; she chose the best one.
"Aubree Groove was the back I admired the most. She originally had a bright future ahead of her but because of you, all of it was destroyed. Dr. Aria, do you dare to say you hold no responsibility?"
