Maxwell Treshvire
A tall, devilishly handsome, and well-built athletic man, in his early fifties, sauntered in slow motion down the airport arrival terminal. His sparkling deep blue eyes had an undertone of ire, mystery, and unfathomable beauty. His clean-shaven square projected chin and well-defined powerful jawline were captivatingly gorgeous. His intimidating but magnetic aura got heads turning and eyes gawking. He was a perfect definition of elegance, sophistication, and beauty.
Some ladies had tried to flirt with this gorgeously handsome man but one deadly look from him got them to reconsider their lustful desires. He rarely spoke as his eyes did all the communication and people strangely understood him.
From a distance, Leon caught sight of his uncle strolling down, without any care for the eyes following his every footstep. He smiled, admiring his uncle's elegant taste in fashion, which was always a distinguishing factor of the Treshvires.