Flossie Wright took a few extra glances.
Towering nearly at one meter ninety and not particularly old, he emanated a cold elegance with his handsome, properly delineated features. His black pupils were as cold as ice, and his demeanor was composed and self-assured. His entire being radiated a bold sharpness, yet he remarkably concealed an inward aura.
His hands tucked into his pockets, he strolled leisurely toward Austin Shepherd's direction.
His commanding presence indeed drew attention, but it was the insignia on his shoulders that made Flossie take those extra looks.
Two bars and a star.
His military rank was not minor.
"There's nothing else, just get to know each other, familiarize yourselves with the teams you'll be leading, and make sure they don't cause trouble..."
Austin Shepherd's instructions were straightforward:
First, get to know each other.
Second, you must not cause trouble.
Third, your team must not cause trouble.
