Larisa was beautiful.

It was a soft beauty in desperate need of protection. Unlike Grace's sickly frailty, her appearance was more like that of an angel, holy and fragile.

Her look made it impossible to refuse.

Leon thought that the president would agree. However, he wouldn't. "Leave it tomorrow."

Larisa was stunned, seemingly not expecting the man to reject so quickly.

She took a deep breath, "I come here talking about North City's Field. It doesn't take a long ...