The nouveau riche man standing before her had delicate features: deep eyes, a straight nose, and perfectly shaped lips, all coming together in an irresistibly handsome face. His features were soft, yet for no apparent reason he gave off an overpowering, domineering air that left people feeling as if they couldn’t breathe. His blend of elegance, authority, and cool detachment had a singular allure, a combination of strength and refinement, languor and indifference. A devilishly handsome man: Mo Yue! At that moment, he was sizing her up with amused interest, as if she were the grand finale of the meal. Damn it, that nouveau riche jerk!
