Chapter 596 A Deadly Trap

Under the soft glow of the light, he stood in a black shirt, his pale skin exuding an icy allure. His brows were sharp, his features crisp and well-defined, with a small mole resting on the bridge of his high, straight nose. When his gaze was lowered, his thick, dark lashes cast delicate shadows over his cheeks. His jawline was strikingly refined, tracing a perfect curve. In the interplay of light and shadow, he seemed almost divine, crafted with such precision that even the slightest change would feel like a flaw. A man like him, still unattached despite his age, made one thing abundantly clear—his rejection of women was as ruthless as it was absolute.