Daives suddenly snapped back to reality, crossing his arms and nodding continuously, muttering to himself, "I didn't expect that bitch Lisa Lin to do one good thing before she died."
Sheng Ning listened, frowning.
Gu Yunbo held Lin En protectively in his arms, his entire body tense with vigilance.
"That depends on what you're best at," Daives kept assessing, the Eastern woman in front of him, though heavily pregnant, was still stunningly beautiful.
Even Hollywood stars couldn't compare to her.
In all his years, he'd never seen an Eastern woman so alluring.
Whether placed in a bar or a theater, she could definitely attract more customers—what a great gimmick. With more investment, what bigshot couldn't be roped in?
In Daives' eyes, Sheng Ning saw calculation; he was a cunning businessman, not as impulsive and brainless as he appeared.
