As long as the family background is decent and the looks aren't too bad, it's fine.
"Miss, take care." Harry North said politely, then went back to instructing the bodyguard to smash the car.
*
It was already evening.
Lucas Knight, this godlike figure, was still at Eva Nightingale's villa and hadn't left.
She had taken a nap in the afternoon and looked lazy. Seeing him, she wondered if this esteemed President was planning to stay at her house indefinitely?
She curled her lips. Oh well, let him be. Considering how well he treated her, she'd keep him around, right?
He could keep the bed warm, which was quite nice.
"Mr. President, what would you like for dinner?"
"Hmm?" He was lounging lazily on the sofa, putting down what looked like files, "Eat?"
He replied with a single word.
He seemed to have 'hearing impairment,' automatically filtering out anything he deemed unimportant, leaving only one word: Eat.
Eat what?
