#Chapter 119: Nothing to Worry About

Lyra POV

Enzo Royal, a tall, slim man with a head of striking white hair and pronounced smile lines, entered the reception area with an air of quiet confidence. His sharp suit and polished demeanor made it clear why he was so sought after.

He extended a hand toward me, his warm smile putting me instantly at ease.

“Miss Vael, I presume,” he greeted. “Enzo Royal. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.