Chapter 595

He wore a formal black outfit. Not a crease could be found. Only a few days had passed, yet he appeared skinnier. However, his chiseled face was even more defined and stunning.

People like him were born to look good in formal outfits. He had that perfect physique—broad shoulders, narrow hips—that could rock every inch of the outfit, attracting attention.

The car behind stopped as well, and the mayor of Santabaca emerged from it.

Recomposing herself, she avoided eye contact and lowered her head, hiding herself among the crowd.

As though there was something, Mark glanced across the crowd, and his sight landed on a certain spot; after gazing at it for some time, he averted.

The three men walked side by side with each other while the rest marched behind. It was a splendid procession.

The lady teacher beside her sneered, “Look at the principal and Mr. Valentine. They are both in formal outfits, but the contrast is just like heaven and hell!”

All the lady teachers’ attention gathered