His long hair quietly hung behind him, dressed in a classical Tang attire, with a delicate appearance that would normally convey a gentle charm. However, his expressionless face exuded an aura of authority that was difficult to confront directly.
It was the dignity belonging to someone of a higher position.
Noble and inviolable.
Samuel Johnson held Amanda Smith close and narrowed his eyes.
Ordinary people would be scared away by Evan Willow's presence, but Samuel had grown up in such circles. Furthermore, he was a superior himself, so Evan's aura had no effect on him. He paid no attention to Evan, his eyes coldly surveying the man before him.
Even revealing a hint of contempt.
He could tell this guy liked Amanda Smith, he saw it in the way Evan looked at Amanda, just like the way she looked at him.
He held Amanda even tighter, a challenge apparent in his gaze.
"Let her go," Evan Willow said quietly.
