When I saw that figure, I froze.
Because the figure was just too conspicuous—tall in stature, wearing a pure white suit, with long, wavy hair and a face like it had been chiseled from stone, remarkably handsome.
At first glance, he was a charming young man.
Standing there, he seemed to almost glow, somewhat dazzling.
And not to mention the silver, flashy sports car behind him.
Nowadays, I knew a bit about cars and recognized it as a Kessler, one of the world's top sports cars, worth millions.
A handsome man with a sports car made those female workers coming out of the factory door eyes wide open, occasionally shrieking.
That guy seemed to enjoy the attention, raising his hand to wave at them.
I smirked, thinking how this guy was seriously showing off.
Soon after, I realized something was off—this guy was parked at the entrance of the apparel factory; could he be here looking for Jessica?
My face slightly darkened, and I slowly drove over, honking the horn.
