Chapter 175 Saints

Ross had seen countless beautiful and accomplished women through his divine sense—actresses, business moguls, singers, dancers. 

Yet, despite their allure, there was always something lacking. 

He could almost see the stains on their perfection, the marks left by past lovers or sordid scandals.

"Tsk, tsk," he muttered, leaning back in his chair with an air of disdain. 

"It's so hard to find a pure girl these days. They're picked and devoured so young." His tone dripped with derision, but his fingers tapped in the rhythm of a popular song in his room, his divine sense working subtly in the background.

A minute later, he stopped.

There she was. An exquisite red-haired beauty. The moment her image filled his eyes, Ross sat forward, his interest piqued.