"Mr. Stonehaven, hello. You can call me Jennifer."
Jennifer smiled gently, and for a moment the room seemed to brighten. She had the elegance of a red rose in full bloom, graceful and refined, yet somehow distant enough that no one would dare approach carelessly. At the same time, there was something calm and composed about her, like a white chrysanthemum standing quietly in the cold, proud without arrogance, soft without weakness.
Combined with her classical features and poised manner, she left a powerful first impression. A beauty who looked gentle, yet clearly carried confidence in herself.
"Mr. Stonehaven!" Invincible Strong burst out laughing on the spot.
"Pfft."
Tactical Drunkard nearly sprayed out the wine he had just swallowed.
"Jen, haven't you figured it out yet? Stone's one of us. No need to be so formal." Invincible Strong pointed straight at Marcus with his usual lack of restraint.
