A handsome, refined young man stepped out of the Maserati. Standing about 1.82 meters tall, he was slightly lean and had an almost alabaster complexion—paler than many women. He exuded an air of intellectual sophistication, and his first impression made him seem like a well-educated young man, reminiscent of some Korean pop stars—definitely a "fresh meat" type.
When the young man saw Arthur, he paused for a moment, clearly surprised. After a good five seconds, he walked over.
"Arthur, didn't expect to run into you here. It's been about three years, hasn't it?"
"What?" Josephine looked confused. How could Arthur possibly know a rich second-generation like this? The man was so charming and sophisticated—he seemed like the ideal prince charming!
"Gilbert?" Arthur asked uncertainly.
"Yes, it's me!" Gilbert nodded.