Though makeup could be imitated, one’s temperament could not.

Xyla Quest was very much like an unreal little fairy.

Conversely, she was just a tacky nobody.

The girl carefully closed the door before striding across the room and coming to a stop in front of Stanley Batton.

Stanley remained as apathetic as ever. “Yes?”

Daringly and without warning, the girl gave him a flirtatious smile and directly sat on his lap.

“President… I feel a little dizzy…” As she spoke, she threw her arms aro