A cascade of jet-black, silky hair fell like a waterfall, exposing an oval, delicate face under the fluorescent lights. Her cherry-red lips parted slightly in surprise, and a hint of astonishment flashed in her bright, captivating eyes, quickly replaced by a touch of anger.
Among the invited guests, most were Italian nobility or conglomerates, with authentic European bloodlines that made the men appear tall and imposing, while the women were voluptuous and statuesque.
So, like Ye Xixi, a petite and charming Oriental girl, it was easy for her to catch all the eyes and attention.
Especially in the corner of the banquet hall, a heated gaze lingered unabashedly over her curvaceous figure, finally fixing on her long, slender white legs.
"Such a beautiful woman, how have I never seen her before? Who is she, and why is she here?" The man beneath the skull mask had blue eyes flickering with a greedy light.
