His powerful aura was hard to ignore, and Zayla subconsciously looked over.
The man beside her wore a black sweater, Prada black hat, sunglasses, and mask.
Except for the high bridge of his nose, nothing could be seen.
Compared with Zayla, his attire was even tighter.
Clothes could be changed, and hats, sunglasses, and masks could hide one's appearance.
But his innate aura, and the clear aura emanating from his body, cannot be changed.
Lincoln.
It was him.
Zayla didn't speak or move. She couldn't help but laugh when she saw Norah dancing to the music on the stage.
At this moment, her hand on her knee was grasped by a warm palm.
Zayla looked down and saw the lava rock bracelet.
Zayla stretched out other hand and lightly tapped the bracelet on his wrist.
"Mr. Nash, please behave yourself."