"Mr. Marson, who is this young lady?
Would you care to introduce?"
A man in his forties wearing glasses examined Beauty, causing Lucas to contort his face into a grin.
Beauty could tell that the man must be a big shot from some company.
After all, only the most successful businessmen could afford to carry such a demeanor.
CEOs as handsome as Lucas, who could stir up the wrath of gods and men alike, could only exist on TV.
"She is my companion for the evening, and the image spokesperson for our company."
What?!
When did she agree to be the image spokesperson for his company?!
Beauty gritted her teeth, her almond eyes wide as she glared at him, her face flushed with anger.
Totally indifferent to her present expression, Lucas let go of her hand and approached another woman.
The woman, bewitching sleek, had dark hair obscuring her eyes.
She was dressed in a dream-like purple evening gown.
