Less than an hour later, Reynold walked into the Air Media building. His steps were steady, purposeful, as he crossed the lobby. People glanced up, startled by his sudden presence.
He had that natural detective presence—stern eyes, long strides, a sharp jaw that made him look even more serious. But it wasn't just his aura. His looks caught attention too.
"Who is that guy?" one intern whispered to another.
"He looks like he walked straight out of a drama series," another girl added, biting her lip.
"I swear, he's even more good-looking than that celebrity who came here last month. What's his name again?"
"Daniel something. But this guy? He's on another level. That tall frame, dark hair, and those emerald eyes? Ugh."
Despite all the curious and admiring looks thrown his way, no one dared approach him. His cold, commanding air made him seem unapproachable. Even the boldest staff members simply watched from a distance.
Then they saw where he was headed.
