Assistant Xiaoqiu saw Constantine Stewart in person for the first time, this legendary figure in Imperial City's elite circles, who was only ever visible in financial magazines and on television.
Although her idol Charles Taylor was handsome, a diplomat's kind of handsome, Mr. Stewart's handsomeness was defined differently, with deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and an air of nobility that could turn a virtuous woman into a vixen in minutes. Rumors said Mr. Stewart was actually mixed French and Chinese, giving him such an aggressive handsomeness.
The man's profound gaze swept over, and the assistant was so dazed she stepped aside, nearly offering worship.
"Desmond, why are you just getting here, we've been waiting." Chloe Winston poked her head out of the kitchen, looking disdainful, and then she saw Constantine Stewart appearing at the door with injuries, dropping the scallions in her hand to the floor in surprise.
Constantine Stewart? Why is he here?
