In a boy of seventeen, they were astonishing.
And yet, his appearance gave no hint of such strength.
It is not that he is ugly.
If anything, he was extraordinarily handsome.
His skin was as fair as fresh snow touched by dawn light. His shoulder-length golden hair fell in soft waves around his shoulders, and his deep blue eyes possessed both intelligence and quiet pride. Combined with his illustrious family background and extraordinary talents, he had become the admiration of many unmarried young noblewomen...
But what truly distinguished Lucien was his business acumen.
Under his guidance, Kevin's branch of the family business had grown year after year, eventually rivaling branches overseen by relatives far older and more experienced than he was.
If an ordinary person saw someone slightly superior, jealousy might bloom.
But when one stood before a mountain that pierced the clouds, envy often transformed into simple awe.
Lucien was such a mountain.
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