The female white-collar worker 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 delicate, elf-like facial features that she was stunningly, unbelievably gorgeous.
Feeling suddenly inadequate, the white-collar woman bit her lower lip and walked away.
The middle-aged man said with a heartbroken expression, "Miss, I finally managed to lock onto a target, and you went and chased her off. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Chapter 42