Chapter 676 The Widow Of Cayden

• At one corner of the party venue, a man, who was impeccably dressed in a suit, looked strikingly handsome. His black eyes sparkled, and his jawline was finely chiseled. Despite his somewhat feminine features, he did not give off a feminine vibe at all.
• He held a champagne glass in his hand, his unwavering gaze fixed on Avery on stage. His smile was deep and profound.
• The man appeared refined and poised and exuded an air of leisurely elegance. Yet, when he curled up the corner of his lips, it gave off a roguish vibe and created a rather contradictory aura.