Like a high school student who, during evening self-study, luckily spotted the homeroom teacher lurking beyond a gap in the curtains, or like a lowly office worker who quietly caught sight of a patrolling company executive in the reflection of their computer screen.
From the instant he picked up the receiver, Garen's expression became calm and composed, utterly unruffled, completely unmoved by Hancock's beauty.
Hancock fell silent.
She was no weakling, and her hearing was exceptional. The volume from the external speaker on the Den Den Mushi in Garen's hand was not low at all.
Hancock heard every word of Garen's conversation with Nami.
For Hancock, her most prized asset was her breathtaking, irresistible feminine charm.
And now, there was a man who completely ignored the charm of her, the "world's most beautiful woman," and the reason was actually—
Another woman?
The corner of Hancock's mouth twitched slightly, her distorted facial muscles practically spelling out the word "rage" across her face.
"Bastard!"
"You actually ignored my charm because of another woman?!"
"Hahaha."
"'Another woman'?"
Garen laughed twice in mild mockery, then said with a perfectly straight face:
"In my heart, she's a hundred times prettier than you!"
"Boa Hancock, do you really think you're the world's most beautiful woman?"
"Don't be so narcissistic!"
His tone was earnest and resolute. Every word he said came straight from the heart.
Only after speaking those words into the receiver did Garen finally hang up on Nami with a solemn expression.
After hearing Garen's cold mockery, Hancock's face had already turned an unshakable shade of livid green.
After a moment of silence, Hancock suddenly extended a slender, pale finger and lightly touched her crimson lips.
In an instant, a massive pink heart condensed at her fingertips, its color and shape both exceedingly suggestive.
Combined