"What do you need so many weapons for?" A rich and velvety voice echoed across a marbled room. It sounded a little husky, exuding magnetic charm.
At this time, the owner of the voice was lounging about on an exquisite upholstery. He was smiling in mockery as he listened to the person on the other line.
The person then added, voice with a twinge of laughter into it. "By any chance, are you going to use your star status to lead a coup?"
He sat up a little from his seat, resting his handsomely-shaped chin on his copper-colored hand.
The wind blew the silk curtain to the interior of the room. If there was someone outside the balcony, they would be able to see the owner of the voice clearly.
It was a very good-looking man with golden locks, now perched gracefully on his intricate-looking chaise lounge.
He was wearing a loose silk polo with half its buttons opened, revealing the gorgeous coffee-colored body underneath.
