The 88th floor Presidential Suite of the most expensive Royal Luxury Sail Hotel in Country W was resplendently golden.
The man sitting on the sofa, his head down, focused on the information his subordinates had gathered, had long eyelashes that cast a soft shadow under the light. His profile resembled that of an angel who had descended to earth, sharing a likeness with Country W's revered Princess Consort Willie—but his features were more pronounced and the mixed-race appearance more distinct.
The two men standing in front of him held their breath, not daring to move as they watched him intently.
Finally, the man who had been carefully reading the documents lifted his head, his rose-colored lips pressed tightly together, and he stood up, "Get ready, I'm going out!"
"Young Master Lyle...?" one of the subordinates quickly looked up, his eyes filled with shock.
