"Wait, please hold the elevator!"
Marie frantically pressed the button while calling out anxiously to those inside.
"We need to go up too!"
Her timing was perfect—the doors that had just begun closing slid open again.
"Sorry, sorry, we're heading up as well."
Though there were three people in the elevator, Marie's gaze immediately locked onto the young man standing in the center.
His tailored gray suit was impeccably pressed, not a single wrinkle in sight, accentuating his tall, lean frame.
His slightly upturned peach-blossom eyes, the sharp bridge of his nose, and those thin, well-defined lips—
Every feature was so flawlessly handsome, as if he had stepped straight out of a manga.
Just standing there, he exuded an air of cold elegance that made it almost intimidating to look at him directly.
The woman clinging to his arm wore a sleek black high-waisted slit dress, stunning in her own right.
But next to him, she paled in comparison.
