Moreover, the sharp-eyed onlookers noticed that His Excellency, the President, had a small bite mark on his neck, faintly visible under his collar.
This added a hint of... intimacy.
Was it a strawberry mark?
From being kissed by a woman?
Upon sensing these curious gazes, Lucas Knight’s body temperature slightly dropped, but he neither explained nor concealed it.
He was so noble, his sexy thin lips slightly moved: "Where were we just now?"
Did this big boss just space out?
In the vast meeting room, all the big shots looked at each other, eying the uniquely noble man, doubting their own vision.
Your Excellency, aren’t you a bachelor?
Sovereign Empire has a Forbes trend ranking, concerning wealthy heirs and the annual most eligible bachelor list.
It gets updated every year.
And the young President here has topped the list for six years in a row.
Yet he has never had any scandalous rumors; everyone only knows he is the quintessential diamond-level bachelor.
So why, is there a bite mark on his neck?
Could it be that he has a woman in private?
The meeting adjourned.
Lucas Knight didn’t linger long, stood up in his military boots, and walked out of the conference hall with his long, straight legs.
He is usually a workaholic.
Stays in the study or office all day, busy to the point of neglecting food and sleep.
Today is rare, for the big boss to leave so early!
Exiting the conference hall.
A chorus of female voices, full of admiration and adoration, reached his ears:
"Ahhh! Mr. President! So handsome!"
"Mr. President, can we take a photo together? You’re so handsome, even more than Phoenix City’s most handsome Bai Shao!"
A group of women, in disregard of everything, rushed over past the crowd.
The bodyguards stepped forward to block them.
Harry North was unfazed, followed behind Lucas Knight, and left in a luxurious bulletproof car.
----Time rewind to last night----
The soirée at Nightfall Palace did not end so soon.
Eva Nightingale rushed into the restroom after leaving the dinner, leaning over the sink and retching.
First time being pregnant, she had no experience.
She didn’t realize it would be this uncomfortable.
She leaned there for quite a while until the tumbling acidity in her stomach subsided.
Just as she exited the restroom, Sebastian Yansford grabbed her small hand.
The sudden male presence made her step back: "Uncle."
"Are you not feeling well?" Sebastian Yansford noticed she was somewhat off, her face a bit pale. "Are you tired?"
Without waiting for a reply, he added, "Admiral has arranged a room for you; I’ll take you to rest."
"I’ll take you to rest, then head to KTV, they still have an engagement."
"Oh," Eva responded, but didn’t go with Sebastian to rest. Instead, she drove herself back to the villa.
Alexander Kingsley didn’t go on a business trip with the Crown Prince this time.
Staying in First Special District teaching apprentices, he received a call in the middle of the night asking him to go to Nightfall Palace to find Eva Nightingale.
It was an order from the Crown Prince, saying to watch her closely, not to let a hair be harmed.
Alexander understood.
After all, the ladies of the Knight Family tend to stir up trouble; the Crown Prince, now being Mr. President, couldn’t possibly be with Eva Nightingale at all times.
So, this is why he’s kept his relationship private before?
With nothing else to do, Alexander went to KTV, where a bunch of playboys were playing cards and games: adventure, minor adventure, ultimate adventure.
They were playing a card game, the classic "Fight the Landlord."
With continuous bombing rounds.
Not sure how long had passed, when Alexander emerged from the room... wearing nothing but pants.