Hahaha

As they were about to drive off, a sudden knock on the window made them pause. Looking out, they saw Kyle, his expression sterner than before.

His gold-rimmed glasses rested at the tip of his nose, and his sleek blue hair was immaculate. There was an air of grace about him—one that no one dared to profane in his presence.

“Tsk.” The sounds slipped from Viktor’s lips. Kyle’s icy blue eyes darkened in annoyance, making him question—why he had chosen to join them.

He ignored Viktor and felt Cyra’s scrutinizing gaze on him; he subconsciously adjusted his clothes, when he was conscious of what he’d done.

His calm expression cracked, and his hands left his clothes.

Opening the car door, he sat in the front seat, and Zane started the car, still feeling surprised by Kyle’s changed aura by a pair of glasses.