Claude was interrupted before he finished speaking.
A low male voice, as pleasant as the bass of a cello, suddenly sounded in the quiet banquet hall.
Claude frowned in displeasure, who was seeking death so much that he dared to call him by his name and interrupt his good deeds!
As soon as he turned around, he saw a tall man slowly walking over.
The man was wearing an iron-gray private high-end suit. He was 1.9 meters tall, a little taller than Claude. The exquisitely tailored suit perfectly wrapped the man's slim body.
The green eyes seemed to be the finest and most dazzling glass lamps described in the book, able to reflect the figures of Feng Yiyue and his party.
The slightly long brown hair is meticulously combed, delicate and elegant.
When the man spoke, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked like he was very reserved and easy to get along with.
But the aristocratic nobility and decadence in him are somewhat contradictory.
His tall nose and angular face seemed to be the favored one of the Creator. This man was simply the focus of the venue, a presence that people could not look away from.
Being targeted by a man made Feng Yiyue instinctively feel dangerous.
When he looked at you, his whole body exuded a feeling of strength and vulnerability. Under his well-dressed clothes, he suppressed and suppressed the madness that was on the verge of breaking out. People couldn't help but want to get closer, but at the same time, they were rejected by the layer thousands of miles away.
A combination of multiple layers of contradictions.
Feng Yiyue frowned and looked away from the man.
How can one person have so many contradictory emotions and traits?
"Oh my god..."
"Sofa Fran..."
"It's the Duke!"
"Why did the Duke come?"
Claude, who was originally full of momentum, suddenly lost his momentum.
"Your Majesty the Duke."
"Claude, tell me, how do you treat my guest?"
What the green-eyed man in front of her said not only made Feng Yiyue slightly surprised, but also the people around her were even more shocked.
These low-class people are actually guests of the Duke?!
how come?
Claude was no longer calm.
"No! Sir Duke, you must be joking, right? How could you invite an inferior person as a guest!"
Claude couldn't believe it. How could the Duke he had always admired be friends with a despicable low-class person?
The man lowered his head slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, curled his index finger and rubbed his nose, looking sideways at Claude.
"Who do I want to invite? Since when do I need your permission, Claude?"
The voice was obviously smiling, but the expression on Claude's face changed from shock to horror.
"Your Excellency, you misunderstood. I didn't mean it. I'm really sorry!"
"Apologies to my guests."
Feng Yiyue only felt that this man's voice was slightly familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere.
