After getting out of the car, Liu Chen took a good look at the woman's clothing; she appeared very weak, possibly due to blood loss.
She had an oval face, very charming and alluring, yet somewhat as cold as ice. Most men wanted to approach, but didn't dare to get close.
Especially those cold eyes of hers, as if they could see through everything inside a person.
She was wearing a spaghetti strap dress, looking luxurious and noble. Liu Chen had seen this dress in the news, from Paris Fashion Week, custom-made by hand, supposedly around 20 million.
She truly was a woman of a wealthy family. Now Liu Chen was a bit regretful, knowing he might have extorted more money while in the car.
Now he only had a check for a million in his hand.
The woman was very weak, like a willow in the wind, soft and delicate. Liu Chen was afraid a gust might blow her over.
"Are you really the owner of this house?"
