020 The Second Matter (Third Update)

While she was lost in thought, Yigol Foster jumped down from the stage, eliciting a wave of screams from the audience, with some exclaiming, "So handsome".

Heh, when it comes to being suave, Yigol Foster was indeed dangerously charming.

Naturally tall and strong, he walked the streets of Paris, second to none compared to any European or American man, complemented by his beguiling peach blossom eyes that seemed always to carry a mischievous glint.

Some of the ladies in the audience began to discuss, "Who is he?"

"He must be from ST Falcon. Today, this place is almost completely booked by ST Falcon."

"Hey, look, look, he's coming our way."

"What, he changed direction, see, he's heading towards the ST Falcon side..."

After jumping off the stage, Yigol Foster held a microphone and walked straight up to Lucas.

Lucas's lips quivered slightly, his eyes filled with surprise.

Yigol Foster bowed like a gentleman, extending his hand.