Closing In on Valentina, the Sentry Program Changes Hands!

Bang—

The door slammed shut!

Valentina, walking ahead, trembled as well. Like a demon desperate to devour her soul, Leon silently followed behind her.

At this point in time, Valentina was at the peak of both her beauty and elegance—fully ripened, with everything just right.

If she waited much longer to pick the fruit, it would probably become overripe.

Leon thought that mature, fading state would be acceptable too. After all, she was a rare, named, high-ranking fine wine from the original show. Still, she could never compare to the current Leon version of Soldier Boy's exclusive prime.

As if deliberately avoiding Leon out of fear, Valentina kept walking without stopping. Only when she reached the floor-to-ceiling window, with nowhere left to hide, did she finally halt in mounting panic.

Through the reflection in the window, Valentina could see the faint expression of fear on her own face, as well as Leon following close behind her like a demon.

Almost the moment Valentina stopped, Leon pressed against her from behind and wrapped his arms around her.

His hands locked tightly around her tense body like two heavy shackles, constricting her so tightly she could barely breathe.

Feeling the close press of his body behind her and the scorching heat radiating from him, Valentina acted like an inexperienced young girl. Her hands defensively clutched Leon's arms, yet she did not dare move at all, trembling as she lightly bit her lip.

"What? Are you really that afraid of me?" Leon leaned close to Valentina's earlobe and gently breathed hot air against it, asking with a faintly amused smile.

"..."

Valentina did not answer.

She was no longer young. As she aged, her body was beginning to decline. Leon, on the other hand, had countless romantic scandals to his name. Not only