The young man, known as the Phantom Prince, the untouchable genius, the coldest existence alive…
Smiled.
And the world reeled.
💬 "He's… smiling?"💬 "Vincent Blackwood? Smiling?"💬 "Does he not feel insulted? Humiliated? Why does he look…"
There was no trace of disappointment.No trace of anger.No trace of humiliation.
Instead—there was amusement.
A deep, genuine amusement that made his stunningly perfect face even more breathtaking.
The world had never seen him smile like this.
They had seen him cold, ruthless, indifferent.They had seen him merciless, calculative, and untouchable.But this?
This was something else.
💬 "He looks… entertained?"💬 "Why would he smile when she just rejected his gift?"💬 "Is she the only person in the world who could make Vincent Blackwood react this way?"
But before they could piece the thoughts together—Vincent move