"Ah? Oppa, is that you?" a surprised and delighted voice came from the room entrance.
Vincent cringed at the way she spoke the word. Someone still likes to be called that in this country?
Everyone turned their heads in unison toward the door. A stunning woman stood framed in the entrance, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in perfect waves. Her blue eyes sparkled with recognition as they locked onto Vincent's figure. She was dressed to kill. A form-fitting red dress that left little to the imagination, the neckline plunging dangerously low while the hemline barely covered her thighs. Her makeup was flawless, highlighting her natural beauty with just enough enhancement to catch every man's attention in the room.
