Leona was dressed in business attire, with black high heels and stockings. She wore a high ponytail, and her makeup was striking.

She was as beautiful as a flower, and any who looked at her drooled instantly.

It was a shame she was exuding such a cold aura. Ordinary people didn’t dare get close to her, let alone chat with her.

Leona waited in silence; she had no interest in anyone. As soon as she saw Harvey, her face lit up in joy, like a blooming flower.

“You’re here, Sir York,” she said,