"Crown Prince, Dr. Meng will be here shortly—"
Lucas Knight remained unresponsive. Harry North was momentarily taken aback, then looked at Lucas Knight and politely switched his address: "Crown Prince?!"
Lucas Knight quietly stared at the documents, his thoughts drifting to unknown places. No, to be precise, they drifted to that night in Eastern Europe, when she wore a strapless gown and directly spilled a glass of wine on his clothes.
She had bumped into him, hitting his chest, and he still remembered how fast his heart was beating at that moment.
That woman, her eyes electrifying and captivating, even made the cool and abstinent him feel parched at the sight.
Harry North wiped off his sweat and called out again: "Sir?"
Lucas Knight finally snapped back to reality and looked at Harry North: "Hmm?" What is it?
Harry North froze: His own master was daydreaming!
He had called out so many times, and he only responded once!!
