A man in a golden robe led the men and women from Country I. His hair was short and curly, and he had the aura of someone in the higher strata of society. He held a big cigar with his right hand as he puffed a ring of smoke and sat on the expensive rosewood couch that was supposed to be Nashon's seat.

There was also a hint of lust in his eyes as he looked at the women from the Xavier family. Especially when he saw Yvonne and the others. The burning passion in his eyes could almost materialize.