Zoren had quite the reputation among the elite, not for the obvious things he had done, but for his lack of interest in social gatherings. When people knew little about someone, their imaginations ran wild.
The few people in tonight's gathering, however, had at least caught a glimpse of him before. Even so, he was someone they could never mistake for anyone else. That commanding aura, his demure presence, and the way he carried himself were unmistakable.
"That's Zoren Pierson…?" someone in the crowd muttered under his breath, eyes almost glued to Zoren. "That's… him?"
All this time, they thought that having Dean Pierson here was akin to having Zoren and the entire Pierson family present. After all, Dean Pierson was the face of the family. But who would have thought that seeing Zoren—especially for those who hadn't even seen his shadow—would be an entirely different experience?
