Anton Petrova strolled in with an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance. His grin was smug, his gaze sharp and assessing.
As he approached, his eyes barely glanced at Ethan before locking onto Jessica with a look that made Ethan's fists clench.
"Hello, sweetheart," Anton said smoothly, his tone dripping with entitlement as he gave Jessica a once-over. She tensed beside Ethan, her unease clear, though she didn't step back.
Charles leaned in, speaking just loud enough for Ethan to hear. "That's Anton Petrova. Not the top of his family, but here in Novan City, his name carries weight. People fall over themselves to stay in his good books."
Ethan gave a small nod, his expression steady, though his mind was racing. He didn't know much about the Petrovas, but Anton's attitude said enough.
Charles added, "His family's on par with the Volkovs."
