"Bugatti Veyron—"
"Oh my God, the husband of my dreams, I want to marry a Bugatti Veyron."
"The car stopped, the door opened, ah!"
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the car door, wanting to see who the owner was. However, a group of bodyguards rushed up, lined up uniformly, and stood to the side.
In a moment.
From the car stepped out a pair of long legs, slender and strong, clad in a black hand-tailored suit that highlighted the man's perfect physique. It seemed as if even through the clothes, one could see his perfect muscle lines.
"Oh my God, so handsome..."
The man's face was like a masterpiece of God, with deep contours, as though it was a meticulously crafted artwork.
He exuded an innate nobility, intensely alluring.
"The President..."
"President Lucas Knight..."
Everyone always knew Lucas Knight's looks were off the charts, but who would've thought seeing him in person would leave them this agitated!
