Chapter 41. Rich Second-Generation Behavior
An very mature feminine voice rang in the hall behind them, taking everyone’s attention.
A woman in her late 40s walked in with a swagger like a diva.
Her long black hair cascaded like a silk waterfall, falling smoothly over her shoulders and down her back, shimmering with a faint luster like moonlight resting on still water.
Her eyes were phoenix-like, narrow and bright, gleaming with cold fire. When she looked at you, it felt like you were being seen through, not being judged, just laid bare. Like twin stars in a night skyl, beautiful, distant yet untouchable.
Her skin was pale and flawless, soft as jade and without a single blemish. Even without a trace of makeup, she carried an allure that made younger women look like cheap imitations.
The curve of her waist was like a willow branch swaying in spring wind, slender, graceful, yet impossibly strong. She walked not like a human, but like an empress from a forgotten dynasty returning to reclaim her throne.
Her dress was matching to her allure, beautiful, elegant and of course expensive.
It was single piece beautiful dress woven in the silk and gold threads, showing of her wealth both materialistic and physical being blessed by the body that make even young heroines ashamed, looking like a royalty of a past dynasty.
Her wide hips were swinging left and right along with her willow waist as she walked towards the group, creating the steady sound of her heels taping on the marble floor.
All the girls turned towards the voice looking at such mature beauty standing in front of them.
"Why are such lonely ladies gathered here? *Gasp* Are you all waiting for me?"