Mr. Leroy

"Charles?"

Upon hearing Harold's words, the young man froze in place, his expression filled with shock.

He stammered, "You're not joking with me, right? You're talking about Charles from Porthampton?"

"That's right, it's the same Charles who fought with Thomas to the death. Do you have the guts to pursue her?"

Harold turned his head and glanced at the young man, teasingly asking him.

The young man blinked at Harold, then awkwardly smiled and said, "Um... I think I may not be up to her standards. You're probably the only one who can match her. I'd better give up..."

"Hehe..."

Harold chuckled lightly without saying much.

"So, the one standing beside Sabrina is your rival, right?"

After hesitating for a moment, the young man asked Harold in a soft voice.

"That's right!"

He nodded without hesitation.

"Heh, I didn't expect this guy to have some guts. He dares to snatch a woman from you. Who is he?"