Selena Kensington had just turned around to walk a few steps when she heard the two guards behind her respectfully call out.
"Aunt."
Selena instinctively looked back.
And was taken aback.
The woman was wearing a complex and vibrant red and white gown, with her slender, fair thighs faintly visible beneath the fabric.
Her long silver hair was draped casually over her shoulders.
It was unclear if it was dyed or natural, but the silver hair was strikingly noticeable under the sunlight.
In her arms, she held a snow-white fox, its flaming red fox mark vividly clear on its neck.
As if sensing Selena's gaze, she lifted her eyes slightly.
Looking at Selena.
In those pitch-black eyes, there seemed to be a flicker of an eerie red light.
An arrogant, indifferent, condescending look.
Yet it didn't make one feel uncomfortable, as if she was born this way.
Selena trembled and quickly turned to leave.
At that moment, Selena realized that some people are noble from birth.
