"Mr. Winslow!..."
Throughout the entire process, Julian Winslow didn't answer a single question. His tall, slender figure, bathed in the camera flashes, inexplicably exuded an indescribable air of elegance. However, his cold, aloof face clearly conveyed an unapproachable demeanor.
Only then did Shalma Hughes realize that this was the world of the eldest son of the Winslow Family.
Protected by two tall, burly bodyguards in front and carefully shielded by Julian at her side, Shalma didn't feel any discomfort despite the somewhat chaotic scene. As the clamor of the reporters behind them faded into the distance, Shalma followed Julian's lead and entered the banquet hall.
Shalma was no stranger to so-called banquets; she had attended countless such events in the past. Yet, today was different. The exquisitely dressed guests, immersed in the glamour of the evening, revealed a hint of astonishment in their eyes when they saw her step inside with Julian.
