The second son of the Land Family glanced at Yeats Howard, who spent his days being carefree and wreaking havoc, then shifted his gaze to Ignatius Leclair, who was handsome, reserved, mature, and steady, before chuckling: "Those women are just blind, that's all."
No wonder he could stir up an earthquake among the aristocratic circles of the Imperial City's socialites. This man exuded a cold, restrained aura, and with such a family background, even having a child didn't seem to deter people from flocking to him.
This kind of charisma could only be compared to the Shaw Family's elder grandson, decorated with countless military achievements.
"Honestly, have you been dating someone recently?" Yeats Howard stared at him slyly. Cassius Turner remained silent with a faint smile, and when the phone rang, he walked aside to take the call.
The call was from Nicholas Carter, the little boy.
