Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Stanley Batton seemed to be separated from the rest by an invisible barrier despite being surrounded by people.

When the reporters spotted him, they immediately launched a series of questions-

"Mr. Batton, I have a question for you. How do you feel about your wife's recent accomplishment?"

"Mr. Batton, you must be ecstatic! Can I ask if Ms. Quest faced many difficulties in the process of creating this medicine?"

"Mr. Batton, can I ask if Ms. Quest decided on the cost price on her own or if you both decided on it together?"

"Mr. Batton, are you here to congratulate your wife on her success?"

"Mr. Batton, how do you feel about your wife driving up your company's stock price?"

Stanley halted in his tracks when he heard the last question.

Turning around slowly, he looked at the female reporter who asked the question.

She stood in front of the crowd with a hopeful look in her eyes.

The moment their eyes met, she was captivated by his gaze, her heart hammering in excitement.

Stanley Batton was looking at her.

The most handsome man was looking at her!

Was he going to answer her question?

approach toward her and elegantly grasped the microphone she was holding. "I think my wife

this, her mind going blank as she lost her

could someone look so

she feeling

off even by just standing there and uttering a few simple

you feel right now?" a male reporter next to

him. "I feel happy and proud to have

drink milk tea?" The previously frazzled female reporter tried to regain her composure as she asked a completely unrelated question. "It's

queued for a long time for it," the female

I didn't

The reporter was speechless.

was the perfect

wouldn't want to have him as

microphone back to her before resuming his walk

microphone, knowing that he

presence lingered upon

to treasure it and

he left, the reporters began talking

Batton is a handsome

He's practically

rolesband. He's plaet

loving

men of

generation."