“Mr. Zayden!” the call stopped Zayden who was walking in the corridor of the United Kingdom royal mansion.
He was slightly startled and immediately stopped his steps, turning his head curiously towards the voice calling his name. At that moment, his eyes caught a group of women with big smiles on their faces, feeling a mix of confused and uncomfortable.
“What's wrong?” he asked, trying to maintain a cool tone of voice despite feeling disturbed and uncomfortable inside.
Suddenly, the swarm of women approached eagerly, each clutching a colorful bouquet of flowers, where the fresh scent of roses and lilies seemed to fill the air, plus some neatly wrapped gifts.
Zayden had never imagined that he would be surrounded by fans from all walks of life, and perhaps because he had already won several tournaments, things felt a little different.
One of them, with curly hair and sparkling eyes, stepped forward and handed over the large, beautiful-loo
