Chapter 6097

“Master Chance is certainly forthright.”

She lifted a slender hand and, without hurry, removed the gauzy veil.

The fabric slipped away, revealing a face capable of toppling kingdoms.

Her brows arched like distant peaks brushed with ink. Her eyes flowed like autumn water. Her nose was fine and straight, and her lips carried the delicate flush of cherry blossoms.

Milk-pale skin caught the soft light inside the sedan and returned a faint, pearly glow.

She was breathtaking—no question.

Not the showy, dazzling kind of beauty, but a cool elegance touched with gentle warmth—like an orchid hidden in a quiet valley, or a plum blossom blooming beneath fresh snow.