An extremely handsome man with blond hair and tall stature was walking down the street of the small town of Lavinya.
He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of black trousers under a long black overcoat. He was covering his broad palms with a pair of white short gloves and covering his red eyes with a pair of black sunglasses. He was carrying a blank leather briefcase with one hand while with the other, he was carrying a black umbrella.
All the ladies, married and unmarried, young and old, couldn’t help but stare at that man and giggle among themselves as he passed by.
That handsome man was well aware of all the attention he was getting. He would occasionally glance at the prettiest ladies and give a nod or a gentle smile to them.
‘Ladies, ladies everywhere, and not a single one available to drink,’ he thought to himself and sighed.
“Mr. Hamilton.”
He suddenly heard a man calling his name.
