What I fear is not retribution

The villa's door opened, and Victoria Garcia got up from the sofa. Without even putting on her shoes, she hurriedly ran towards the entrance. But before she got there, Arnold Johnson had already entered the living room.

Seeing her like this, Arnold naturally knew what she wanted to find out.

"No news yet," Arnold said as he took off his outer coat.

Underneath, he was wearing a white shirt and a gray suit vest. This was the first time Victoria had seen him dressed like this.

In the past, she never found men wearing suit vests good-looking. But when she saw Arnold, she suddenly thought of a saying: you think that clothing looks bad because you haven't seen someone who looks good in it.

When it came to men, this was even more true.

Arnold walked closer to her and gently flicked her forehead.

"Do you want me to take off a few more pieces, so you can get a better look?"

His smiling eyes were filled with charm.

"Pervert." Victoria angrily replied with two words.