"Mr. Iverson, this is the Marco Polo airlifted over here this morning. Please have a taste if it suits your palate."

The woman's thin hands moved expertly and elegantly over the tea tray. Her skilled way of making tea was a pleasure to watch.

Soon, a new cup of tea was gently placed before Christopher.

The aromatic steam wafted upward. Through the mist, the woman named Clarice had a beautiful and aloof face. The contradicting characteristics blended seamlessly in her, and her fair skin was flawless, like fine porcelain.

Everyone around this man behind the scenes was outstanding, all carefully nurtured.

Those problematic ones who were not up to par had long disappeared from the world without a trace.

"Thank you, Ms. Amaryllis." Christopher held the teacup. His complicated gaze still had not shifted away from Clarice's face.

Her temperament was similar to someone whom he loved and cherished dearly in his heart...

you staring at me? Do I have something on my

my rude behavior." Christopher's pupils contracted, and he

beautiful. Humans are attracted to beautiful things. Mr. Iverson, how does my Clarice compare to

tightened,

answered carefully, "Sorry, sir.

my life. She is the most beautiful woman

tea. "What a romantic. But Mr. Iverson, you must have heard the saying that

life." Christopher could not help but smile

Mr. Iverson, you'd

avoid saying such inauspicious

at her hands, I'm not sure if she'd be upset, but Sir definitely will. Losing you is like losing an arm. How will we continue

sweetly, a dark glint flashing across her eyes. "Ms. Thompson is not only a warrior among women but

flower that

much more excited to meet Ms. Thompson. I can't wait to

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