As Shen approached the Fords and Summers, the atmosphere shifted. He was impeccably dressed in an old-money, formal black suit with a deep crimson silk tie that matched his bold, yet elegant, presence.
His hair was neatly styled, and his posture screamed "high society" without uttering a word. He was the kind of man who didn't just enter a room—he commanded it.
Ava couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat. She was expecting a surprise, but not this. The man who had practically made her blood run cold every time he appeared, now strolling toward her table, like it was a casual Friday night.
As Shen approached, Lord Summers, to everyone's surprise, stood up with an almost overly enthusiastic expression. Ava's heart stuttered, and her mind raced. Why would Lord Summers be so chipper?
"Ah, Lord Shen," Lord Summers began, his voice dripping with charm as he extended his hand, "Welcome! I must admit, this is a pleasant surprise. It's a pleasure to finally have you with us."
