"It seems President Dyres's threatening presence indeed exceeds my imagination."
Enola was reviewing the quarterly reports submitted by stores throughout the Empire Capital. Her fountain pen danced between her delicate, fair fingers, occasionally sketching a few strokes on the paper.
Due to a certain someone's hands-off and lazy attitude towards their family business, this blonde girl had not only developed formidable strength but also inadvertently cultivated the demeanor of a domineering female CEO.
"I don't consider my looks inferior to the student president's, but it seems Student Shiayar might prefer the demure, dependent type."
"Or could it be that Student Shiayar also has that particular trait—being completely spellbound by a woman's... assets?"
The magic chandelier cast a soft glow, illuminating Enola's pristine and delicate face, but it couldn't dispel the odd atmosphere in the air.
