The woman was stunningly beautiful, with an alluring figure, but she exuded a dangerous aura that warned people away.
Seeing that Victor Morgan had finally picked someone, Special Assistant York breathed a sigh of relief. If Victor still hadn't made a choice, things would have gotten really difficult.
"Report to my house tomorrow. That's all."
Victor Morgan said flatly, then turned and left, as cold and aloof as ever.
"Yes, sir!"
Sitting in his office, Victor Morgan looked over Violet's file. 'This is the kind of person I was looking for.'
He knew his wife's tastes better than anyone. She needed someone with exceptional combat skills, but their looks couldn't be lacking either. It was no secret that Vera was obsessed with pretty faces.
Her file showed that Violet was a veteran member of the Hidden Guard. She was an orphan Victor Morgan had taken in as a child, and she had been trained and cultivated ever since.
