"Sit down." Lucas Knight ordered Harry North to sit at his spot, then said, "I'm going out for a walk."
It was simply because Harry was following him, which he found annoying, so he arranged for Harry to remain seated there without moving.
"Mr. President." As soon as he left the garden and walked forward on the red carpet, a group of luxuriously dressed women surrounded him, squeezing against Lucas Knight. "Mr. President, you are the youngest president in the history of the Sovereign Empire, truly living up to your reputation, so handsome that I can't take it, my little heart can't handle it—"
"If you don't believe me, feel it, my heart is beating so fast!"
"Mr. President, how about you take a feel..."
A few women wore the latest fashion dresses from major brands, had exquisite makeup, and held wine glasses, constantly squeezing against Lucas Knight.
