---Three years later---
Eastern Europe, TK International Seven-Star Hotel.
A woman with a delicate face was sitting in front of the makeup mirror, touching up her makeup. In the dim light, her long lashes were curved like feather fans, casting a beautiful shadow under her purple, gem-like pupils.
"Miss!"
The maid beside her politely said, "Miss, Madam has arranged a banquet for you tomorrow, and I've heard the President of the Z country will also attend. Madam's intention is for our Bennett Clan to build a good relationship with the President of the Z country."
"Not going. Why should I care?!
I don't care about any President, I'm not interested...
"Miss~" the maid patiently said, "The President of the Z country has expressed his willingness to come to our estate. Do you think... should the ball be held at the hotel, or...?"
"How old is the President of the Z country?!"
Maid: "Back to Miss, the President of the Z country is very young, I've heard his surname is Leng!"
