This man isn't foolish, nothing can escape his discerning eyes, especially observing the reactions of these women.
I'm afraid that little woman really drank too much... and then...
He didn't dare to continue thinking.
"Move aside." He spoke, his tone was as cold as frost, bone-chilling.
"Mr. President, you better not go down there, who knows how many people have gathered there now." The woman was still embellishing, "It's already happened. Your presence won't change anything... that woman..."
"That's enough." He wouldn't allow anyone to speak of her that way, even though she was merely a pretend Young Madam, she was truly his woman, his woman.
Thus, Lucas Knight looked over coldly: "Move aside!"
"Mr. President..." The women, frightened by his overwhelming chill, retreated, tactfully making way, watching eagerly as the man descended the stairs.
He was so aloof and abstinent, unparalleled in his nobility, even his silhouette was so gallant.
