Chapter 97: Country Bumpkin

The man was like a ticking time bomb, glaring at Brittany and me.  I scrutinized him closely. He seemed to be around twenty-five, over six feet tall, with a strong, muscular build. He was dressed in a sharp black suit with a white shirt and tie. His hair was impeccably slicked back, revealing his handsome, chiseled features.  I couldn't deny the noble aura he projected, and his outfit was undoubtedly designer. He starkly contrasted me, making me feel a twinge of inadequacy. The man's eyes burned...