The woman who approached was wearing a light green floral dress, her exposed white jade-like arms seemed so tender that they could leave red marks when pinched.
Her long, straight, black hair hung over her shoulders, and she wore a pair of white stiletto heels on her feet, carrying a branded black handbag in her hand.
"Mr. Jeroen."
With a smile at the corners of her mouth, she gracefully sat down on the sofa.
A bodyguard brought her a glass of water, which she received politely and took a small sip, lightly touching her lips.
Mr. Jeroen said kindly, "Miss Lila, please take good care of these four girls for me."
Lila Peterson put down the glass, "Mr. Jeroen, don't worry, within a month, I'll transform these girls, ensuring you make a good profit."
Her legs crossed naturally, her demeanor graceful, her drinking etiquette exquisite and elegant.
She exuded an air of approachability, a refined lady, like one from an ancient portrait of ladies.
"..."
