It seemed as if all the lights in the studio were focused on him. Some people are just like that, born with their own spotlight, automatically drawing everyone's attention.
It was as if the phrase "Heaven's favored child" was engraved on him.
In the blink of an eye, the man, more dazzling than the spotlight, was already standing in front of them. Without a second thought, he domineeringly grasped Enna Clark's wrist. The move was swift, precise, and firm, like a lion declaring its ownership in a territory, first warning everyone with an intense gesture of possessiveness.
"Enna Clark." His voice was hoarse and deep.
Enna Clark was suddenly taken aback as he grabbed her wrist, three lines of speechlessness appeared on her forehead, "Let go of me first, there are so many people here, holding onto me like this is not appropriate."
"What's inappropriate? I like holding onto you, so I will. Who dares to object?" His tone was domineering and arrogant, doing whatever he pleased!
