Thinking back to the night she became Chief Executive Officer, Veronica had worn a luxurious gown beneath the dazzling Dreamlight display, its skirt a lavish blend of gold, crimson, and silver.
Although he had guessed that such a dress might be expensive,
Fang Ran truly had not expected it to cost an outrageous five hundred thousand US Dollars.
So that woman had been wearing more than just shoes with gold heels.
Thinking this with silent embarrassment, Fang Ran watched the exquisite, beautiful supermodels pass along the runway and thought about how the outfits they wore also cost tens of thousands of US Dollars.
At that moment, he suddenly understood how the wealthy threw money around to satisfy themselves.
"If there is a style you like, Young Master, you can buy it directly. I can wear it for you as well."
"No, thanks. I can't afford dresses that cost one or two hundred thousand."
Hearing Adeline's quiet reminder, along with her subtle implication that her figure was no worse than those supermodels', Fang Ran rolled his eyes at the runway and decisively refused.
Adeline then nodded calmly and asked again:
"Although they are not the perky butt and big breasts you have been reminiscing about all the way here, what do you think of supermodels with figures like this? If there is one you like, you can take her away as well."
Hearing what she said, Fang Ran froze as he looked at the tall, beautiful figures on the runway. He first glanced around, and after realizing that seemingly no one understood the language or had noticed them,
he finally looked at Adeline, the corner of his mouth twitching helplessly.
"What are you suddenly talking about?"
(°Д°╬) Who the hell has been reminiscing about perky butt and big breasts?!
Her snowy-white,