The arrival of Drake Trent sent a stir through the room. The women immediately started shrieking, instantly turning into a crowd of adoring fangirls.
Nearly all the single young women from the branch office flocked forward to greet him.
Drake Trent was undeniably handsome, with strong brows, large eyes, and sharp, well-defined features that gave him a composed and mature air.
He had changed out of the black suit he wore during the day and into a new one. This textured suit, with its subtle pattern, made him seem even more dazzling.
He radiated the aura of a man at the pinnacle of the elite.
As he entered, he seemed to carry an invisible presence that utterly eclipsed every other man in the room, reducing them to dust.
"Mr. Trent—"
"A toast to Mr. Trent!"
"I'll toast him, too!"
Aurora Sinclair also picked up her glass and eagerly trotted forward to toast Drake Trent, her eyes sparkling.
