Dumbledore, Boville.
Within a luxurious villa, in the spacious and bright hall, Noah Reyes was dressed casually in a black short-sleeve shirt and black trousers, exuding an informal air. Aside from his handsome appearance, one couldn't tell he was the young leader of the Flame Gate. Gone was his usual unpredictability and that intimidating aura.
He leaned back on the sofa, holding a book and reading.
Several black-clad bodyguards standing not too far behind him were staring, their eyes wide. The sun must have risen from the west today, they thought. Their young master is actually leisurely reading a book, and quite enthusiastically at that! It's truly astonishing.
CLACK. CLACK. CLACK.
The sound of high heels tapping on the floor approached, followed by a whiff of fragrance.
"Noah."
