There was a low hum of anticipation rolling through the ranks of the Fortis personnel.
After seeing what Wolf had done, cutting through guard after guard with impossible speed and precision, most of them were still stunned, but that shock was gradually giving way to curiosity.
If the red-haired representative from the Billion Bloodline Group could bring in someone like that, then who else could he possibly know?
Some even wondered if he would call Na again, the silent, towering man who had dismantled half the front reception team the last time he was here.
Instead, what they saw was… unexpected.
First came the jacket, black, with the signature crimson insignia of the Bloodline Group stitched across the back. Then came the rest of the person wearing it, a figure who seemed almost painfully ordinary. Clean-cut, slim, and younger-looking than even Wolf.
And when he adjusted his jacket, they caught a flash of the inside lining, a soft green, vibrant against the black.
