Cough, cough, since when did Eldest Young Master Xi, the big boss, suddenly find himself in the mood to like women?
"Sir, it's good you've figured it out. Tonight at Imperial Dynasty Bar, we'll definitely pick the cleanest woman for your use." The personal assistant pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, deferential to the extreme.
Wonderful, if it's really like this, Madam can finally be completely at ease.
After getting in the car.
The assistant pulled out his phone and made a call, telling the club owner at the bar to arrange the woman in advance.
The car was filled with the smell of cigarettes.
Arthur Xi Easton rested his left hand casually on the armrest of the top-tier custom metal seat, a cigarette pinched between the fingers of his other hand, his mind full of the image of the first time he saw Eva Nightingale.
The woman's skin was white as snow, stunning at first glance, and the more you looked, the more pleasing she became!
