Well, regardless of whether these beautiful girls—with an average beauty rating of at least 2.5—really saw themselves as collectibles for the powerful, perhaps old man Belmont really was a decent boss after all. At least these beauties could still joke around calmly instead of becoming obedient, charming, and utterly personality-less puppets.
...Of course, it might also have been because Claire had already figured out that I liked women with personalities. In Yu Lian's view, personality and values could still be negotiated, but a girl had to have a few sharp edges of her own before she could be called charming.
I couldn't say anything else, but Claire Belmont was at least a genuine expert when it came to appreciating flowers. Perhaps he had even anticipated my anticipation.
Yu Lian's eyes quickly swept across the faces of the girls introducing themselves. To his surprise, one of them was a fairly famous actress—a rising film and television star with both looks and acting ability. She seemed to be a certain Sword Saint's idol, and apparently a certain female director had even listed her as one of the backup choices for the female lead in her next movie.
As for the remaining girls, they weren't all vain, flashy members of the entertainment industry. Among them were a pianist, a painter, an athlete, and even a doctor and a university associate professor.
All right, I had to admit that regardless of their reasons for attending this gathering, these women were undeniably successful in their careers, even setting their looks aside. That alone ensured they would be different from flowers planted in pots, naturally radiating a charm unlike anything before.
"Old man Claire, you really know your stuff!" Yu Lian sighed again. His nose was filled with the fragrance of beautiful women, and he sincerely