After receiving the call, the old man looked visibly excited.He steered his wheelchair into the room connected to the study. It was a bedroom, lavishly furnished with only the highest-end brands—pure custom-made pieces whose prices were likely astronomical.By a dressing mirror sat a woman in her twenties.She wore only a thin nightgown, revealing large swathes of snow-white skin. Her chest was pushed up by the fabric, forming a faint but striking cleavage.From the old man's angle, only her back could be seen.Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, faintly shimmering, falling just to her waist and revealing a slender, alluring figure. Unfortunately, the nightgown was expensive and conservative, leaving no glimpse of her waistline.Her curves, pressed naturally against the chair, were full and voluptuous.Even so, although she was facing away, her face could be seen clearly through the mirror.A breathtaking beauty.Even Ray, who had long since grown accustomed to b
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