A very gallant man, the dim light concealed half of his face, Summer Ford couldn't see his full features, only sense the unusual nobility emanating from him.
People around him seemed quite afraid, none dared approach within three meters, instead they bowed their heads from afar, showing their respect.
Summer Ford had no idea who he was, and as he was standing near the champagne tower, when she walked over, a few attendants nearby seemed inclined to stop her.
However, seeing that the man didn't seem to say anything, those about to speak held back their impulse.
Summer Ford walked over to the champagne tower on her own, picked up a glass of wine, intending to leave, but her peripheral vision unconsciously glanced in the man's direction.
He seemed to be tasting the wines, with several goblets before him, possibly unable to find a flavor he liked, blending different wines as if trying to create something for himself.
