Spoiled by the Silver Fox

"It wasn't me who said it, but the girl I brought here last time. She's a professional makeup artist and she could tell right away." "Where could she tell?" Asked Cyrus.

"Her hands."

"Oh?" Surprised Cyrus.

"According to my friend, her hand and facial skin tones were clearly inconsistent. And her eyes too. They were really weird."

Cyrus listened, not fully understanding, but that didn't affect what he wanted to do next.

He had been interested in this woman for more than a day or two. Her appearance didn't matter to him; he was interested in her as a person.

Stephanie was aware of Mr. Damon's strong interest in her, but she deliberately kept her distance.

She couldn't afford to mess with someone like him, and she wasn't interested anyway.

As far as she knew, Cyrus seemed to have been set up with an arrangement marriage by his family, and unfortunately, his fiancée was Ms. Klein, who shared the same father with her but had different mothers. She didn't want to have any relationship with such a person at all.

Stephanie took guests on an aimless patrol around the building after exiting room 5.

9 pm, Hank finally called

private room and went

up, and she replied,

night, she finally had her

Hmph.

Your doom was upon

restrooms and rarely would someone come out to use the bathroom. Either the

received the message but pretended to wander around

for her to see a gorgeously dressed woman, walking

in her work clothes, not paying

that she was

going to the restroom and didn't pay too much attention. But when she saw the woman, who clearly hadn't drunk too

Hey!

frisky with this woman

on a surprised expression and quietly

to the sounds coming from