"What's that?"
The banquet hall suddenly fell silent as all eyes turned toward one direction.
A tall, imposing figure stepped into view.
The exquisitely tailored black suit draped over his frame only accentuated his aristocratic bearing.
His sharply defined, strikingly handsome face betrayed no emotion, and his piercing dark eyes radiated nothing but aloofness.
Some people were simply born to command.
Just by standing there, he exuded an overwhelming aura of dominance.
A man with extraordinary looks already stood out, but one who also possessed such an intimidating presence was truly rare.
This was Sinclair's first public appearance before the crowd.
The heads of the Luther Family's branch lineages—who had been basking in flattery moments earlier—froze in place.
Then, without hesitation, they each picked up their wine glasses and approached Sinclair with utmost deference.
"President Luther—"
"President Luther!"
