"Mr. Johnson." She greeted him somewhat shyly.
In Oliver Johnson's eyes, she was undoubtedly the focal point of today's gala. Everything and everyone seemed to lose their color in front of her.
She wore a silver lace backless gown that reached the floor, elegant yet not lacking sensuality, with a deep V-neck design and cinched waistline that highlighted her graceful and alluring figure.
Her slightly curled long hair cascaded behind her, adding an air of enchanting allure. Her face, needless to say, was exquisitely petite, barely adorned yet stunningly beautiful, almost alluring enough to captivate anyone who looked.
Sophie Smith felt uncomfortable under Oliver Johnson's gaze and slightly lowered her head.
Oliver realized he had been rude and withdrew his gaze.
"When the gala begins later, I will go on stage to give a speech. Can you stay by my side as my female companion?"
"Ah?" Sophie was a bit troubled, "Well, I..."
