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The man was tall, with strikingly defined features and exceptionally handsome looks. Jin Shiya couldn’t discern his exact ethnicity among white people, nor how old he was. But she guessed the man was around twenty-five years old.
This man was clearly not an ordinary person.
Danger, danger, Jing Shiya's mental alarm sounded. Setting aside his striking appearance, the man’s commanding aura was almost overwhelming. Simply standing there— even towards the back of the group— he was impossible to ignore. Even with several others accompanying him, one’s attention naturally gravitated toward him, as if the others didn’t exist.
And that was when he had his head slightly down and holding back his energy.
His attire, though, was impeccable—right in line with Jin Shiya’s own taste. A beige overcoat highlighted his tall frame, and underneath, a dark gray suit exuded calm sophistication. From head to toe, his clothes and accessories…
(TN: my girl is thirsting over him XD)
Even though all she could clearly see was his tie clip, the overall impression was undeniable—this man knew how to dress! And it just happened to be the style she liked!
Chen Zichen and Xie Shen chatted for a moment before inviting the group into the lounge for further discussion. Facing the man at the back, he felt slightly hesitant, but since Paul didn't introduce him, he could only pretend he wasn't aware. Chen Zichen gave Jin Shiya a look, and she nodded in understanding.
Although Sherman was the representative, he didn’t actively engage in the conversation. Instead, he hung back two steps and walked beside the unidentified man.
Once inside the lobby, the warmth of the space reinvigorated Jin Shiya. She had been standing outside in just her suit, feeling the wind for some time.
Now, she was ready to greet these unexpected guests. As for the others following behind them—likely bodyguards or assistants—they would be handled by someone else.
Just as she turned, Jin Shiya saw Sherman helping the man remove his overcoat.
Despite being at someone else's company, the man took off his coat as if it was normal. Jin Shiya quickly realized—this guy’s status might be even higher than she initially thought.
She approached them with a professional smile. “Hello, Mr. Herman. I’m Mr. Chen’s secretary, Jin Shiya.”
Her English was very good, even though she had never lived abroad, frequent international travel and years of private tutoring had honed her accent.
But before she could finish, the man beside Mr. Sherman interrupted her: “You can speak in Chinese.” His Mandarin was flawless, and his voice sounded pleasant, low like a cello.
The man’s aura, refined taste in clothing, and the faint scent of his cologne—were all types that she liked—left an impression on her.
However, being interrupted right when she was speaking struck her as rude. Who behaves like this the moment they meet someone?
Jin Shiya subtly gave the man's accessories a quick look while maintaining her professional demeanor, responding with a polite smile: “Understood. Please follow me to the lounge. This way please.”
Despite her composed exterior, the man’s bluntness had fanned a tiny flame of irritation inside her. She told herself again and again: Do not provoke someone you can’t afford to offend.
As they walked, Jin Shiya’s gaze fell on the man’s wristwatch. The silver design perfectly complemented his suit.
Even with just a glance, she couldn’t help but notice its exceptional craftsmanship.The watch had a distinctive design that stood out—its hands were hollow at one end, shaped like partial domes with a silver fork in the middle. Each end of the fork had a pale blue gem at its tip. The face of the watch also boasted indigo-blue diamonds as accents.
The design was unmistakable. Jin Shiya had seen it in high-end fashion magazines, and her father had once wistfully mentioned how wonderful it would be to own such a piece.
But the price of the watch made even her father's sigh seem trivial.
The intricate craftsmanship, flawless aesthetic, and staggering cost turned the watch into more than just a timepiece—it was a true symbol of status.
Her father could afford it, but he wasn’t particularly passionate about watches. To him, spending that much on a watch didn’t seem worthwhile. Instead, he had settled for a model priced at merely a tenth of its value.
But for a man, a watch wasn’t just an accessory; it often signified his standing.
And so, her father had reluctantly invested in a watch, but nothing on the level of this masterpiece. The man before her, however, wore this extraordinary creation as if it were just another part of his daily ensemble. His wealth and stature were evident without needing to utter a single word.
