"Stop!"
A clear, soft voice, yet resonates with an inexplicable aura.
Roman had subconsciously stopped his actions and turned his head to look.
Not just him, the other onlookers were also looking at the figure stepping down from the backseat of the Maybach.
The fair skin, the waist-length chestnut curls, the delicate and exquisite features.
A white shirt that could not be simpler yet when worn on her defines a sense of lazy yet charming elegance.
The setting sun was bathing her, making her look like she was from a carefully edited magazine.
"She's so beautiful!"
"True, she's far prettier than the popular starlets in the entertainment industry right now."
"Beauty can indeed be a weapon," one of them said in a low voice.
"Mr. Roman rage, I'm afraid, may not be able to vent."
Getting the deeper meaning behind these words, everyone joined in with a low chuckle.
She's too beautiful! She is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen!
