She suddenly felt that he looked familiar.
The man's face was already up close to hers; he had clearly been drinking, exuding a faint fermented aroma of wine, which wafted over her as he spoke.
The scent was that of fine wine, not at all unpleasant.
The man's eyes fixed intently on hers, and his thin lips suddenly curved upward.
"Are you... Olivia Parker?"
Upon hearing this, Olivia promptly recognized his identity; it was the man from earlier.
Gently shaking her head, Olivia folded her arms.
Ivana Bennett, oh Ivana... you won't stop until you set me up for a one-night stand, will you?
"I don't like men who have been drinking; you should leave!"
Sure enough, both his looks and physique were outstanding among men, making him a good candidate for a one-night stand, but unfortunately, she had little interest in such affairs.
The Presidential Suite and gifts she could accept, but as for the man... she'd rather not!
The man looked at her, then at the suite behind her.
