The white-collar beauty turned her head to look. Even though she was a beauty herself, a flash of astonishment crossed her eyes. The lightly made-up woman before her had such exquisite, fairy-like features that she was shockingly pretty.
Feeling inferior, the white-collar woman bit her lower lip and walked away.
The middle-aged man said with a heartache, "Miss, I finally managed to target a target, and you chased him away. Doesn't your heart hurt?"
Chapter 42