Belucci Has an Endorsement, Julie is Jealous!

Less than half an hour later, the doorbell rang right on time.

Li Fei opened the door, and a distinctive fragrance washed over him—a blend of ancient Rome and Dior J'adore perfume.

Angelina Jolie stood at the doorway. She removed the sunglasses that had concealed most of her face, and under the soft hallway lights, her wild yet captivating eyes seemed capable of stealing a person's soul.

She wore a sharply tailored black trench coat, cinched tightly at the waist to accentuate her breathtaking curves.

There was no trace of fatigue from the long flight on her face. Instead, she wore the excitement and anticipation of a hunter spotting her prey.

"Looks like my gift arrived before the ticket did." Li Fei leaned against the doorframe, smiling at her.

Jolie's gaze traveled from Li Fei's sharply defined face down to his bare upper body. The flawless muscle lines, like those of an ancient Greek sculpture, along with the fine beads of sweat scattered across them, made her unconsciously lick her full lips.

"A gift only comes with a surprise when you unwrap it yourself, doesn't it?"

As she spoke, she strode into the room on long legs. Her high heels struck the polished marble floor in crisp, rhythmic clicks, every step seeming to beat against the heart.

She did not spare a glance for the priceless night view. Instead, she walked straight to the bar, poured herself a glass of whiskey, then turned around and leaned against the counter with the dazzling city lights at her back.

She casually undid her trench coat, revealing the "gift" beneath—the black lace Victoria's Secret piece she had mentioned over the phone.

Against the lights of Manhattan's countless homes, her skin seemed white enough to glow. The black lace was like vines in the