The Plaza Hotel, New York, 16th floor, Royal Suite.
Inside the enormous walk-in closet, the air was hushed.
Secretary Jin stood on the thick wool carpet.
Her fair, slender body was exposed to the air, her muscles evenly toned and her lines taut, without an ounce of excess flesh.
The rustle of fabric sounded intermittently.
The breathtaking view was gradually concealed, replaced by an air of ultimate restraint and elegance.
Her full curves and slender waist, wrapped in impeccably tailored clothing, outlined a stunning S-shaped silhouette.
This time, she did not tie up her hair as usual, instead letting her thick, voluminous dark brown hair fall casually over her shoulders.
The roots had been carefully styled with a natural airy texture, softening some of her sharpness while adding a great deal of radiance.
She stood before the mirror, tilting her head slightly as she examined herself.
Thought for a moment, she reached into the jewelry tray, picked up a pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses, and slowly placed them on the bridge of her elegant nose.
The light in her eyes shifted behind the lenses, instantly adding a touch of refined, intellectual charm.
He had given them to her.
Tap, tap, tap—
Urgent yet light footsteps stopped outside the walk-in closet, followed by Shangguan Qiuya's voice. "Director Jin, Mr. Philip has arrived at The Frick Collection, and the convoy is ready downstairs. Shall we leave now?"
Secretary Jin turned and stepped out of the walk-in closet.
"Let's go."
Shangguan Qiuya, standing by the door, glanced up at her. A flash of amazement and knowing amusement immediately appeared in her eyes.
No wonder Director Jin had ignored all those clothes and specifically come to the walk-in closet at The Plaza Hotel to change into this outfit.
It was to match Mr. Tang