"Fine," Terrence Grant said coldly, then turned and left.
"Seraphina Sterling, congratulations on graduating!" Hughes said, offering a rare smile.
"Thank you." Seraphina Sterling turned on her heel without a second thought. She needed to conserve her energy and prepare for the distinguished guest yet to arrive!
Terrence Grant stood on the second floor, watching Seraphina Sterling's retreating figure. His sharp eyes were as deep and vast as the night sky—mysterious and inscrutable. Not even Hughes could guess what he was truly thinking at that moment.
Late that night, Seraphina Sterling was fast asleep when she suddenly felt a chill. The window was wide open. Ocean-blue curtains billowed wildly in the early winter wind, carrying threads of cold air into the room.
A silver-haired man was perched on the windowsill, his black trench coat fluttering in the breeze. Under the bright moonlight, he was inhumanly enchanting. With his pale blue eyes, he resembled a seductive fox demon.
