Chapter: 2233

His deep eyes held a chill that betrayed no emotion.

Beside him sat a woman whose style contrasted sharply with his somber attire. She donned a flamboyant, strapless short dress cinched at the waist and let her long, wavy hair fall freely. Her slender Legs were crossed, and she leaned slightly forward, her elbows on the table.

Her index finger, adorned with a sparkling gem ring, propped up her jaw.

The man and the woman wore completely different outfits.

If one had to find a commonality between them, it would be the masquerade masks they wore on their faces. Though the masks were alike in style, people of varied styles displayed different temperaments while wearing them.