"President Su, were you satisfied with breakfast today?"
As Su Bai ate in the Chinese restaurant at Ascott Plaza, the butler in a business skirt suit came over to check on him.
She was about five foot seven, with a fairly good figure. Her fitted blazer and hip-hugging skirt flattered her shape perfectly.
The woman wore a dark green watch on her wrist, coincidentally the same brand as Su Bai's—Audemars Piguet.
Previously, Su Bai would have classified a woman like this as someone to keep at a respectful distance from, the sort who seemed completely removed from ordinary people's circles.
Yet Su Bai had seen her several times recently. Whenever he ate at the Chinese restaurant, she would come over and strike up a conversation.
She was an Ascott staff member responsible for coordinating with Su Bai, handling various trivial matters, and fulfilling his requests.
But since breakfast had already been arranged, there was really no need for her to come over personally. It was unnecessary.
Su Bai looked at her fluttering large eyes and delicate makeup, roughly imagining what she truly looked like beneath it.
Average.
By now, Su Bai had learned to judge roughly how many points a girl's looks would drop after removing her makeup.
It was something one could learn purely by accumulating experience, easier than grinding through high school exercises.
Ordinary people simply did not have that many opportunities to see what little beauties looked like after taking off their makeup.
He opened the panel again, and sure enough!
She did not meet the standard for an S-rank beauty.
Su Bai immediately felt delighted, thinking he was pretty impressive.
He was somewhat childish in that regard. He liked making guesses, then using the system to verify whether his judgment was correct.
Then he looked at