In the VIP section, Sophie Parker held onto Adam Willow's arm, a sweet smile on her face as she conversed with a young gentleman.
"Secretary Charles, I've long admired your reputation." Adam Willow extended his hand, his gaze from behind the gold-rimmed glasses cautiously appraising.
Charles Smith — the young secretary general of the Secretariat, nephew of the First Minister, and also an executive at Imperial Motors. He smiled slightly, reaching out to shake Adam Willow's hand. His fingers were long and fair, with distinct joints, yet exuded an unmistakable strength.
"You flatter me, Mr. Willow." Charles Smith's voice was as gentle as jade, yet carried a hint of inscrutable depth. His eyes were narrow and slightly upturned at the corners, seemingly smiling, but fathomless.
Next to them, Sophie Parker spoke in a coquettish voice: "Secretary Smith, Brother Adam recently acquired shares in Imperial Motors, so please look after him."
