Chapter 279


    All he could focus on were Willow’s delicate feet–small and smooth, they stirred intense emotions within him. His heart, usually steady, began to race wildly.


    He was sure he didn’t have any strange interests, absolutely certain that it wasn’t anything like a foot fetish. Yet, Willow’s feet had a powerful effect on him, leaving him rooted to the spot.


    Her slim ankles were adorned with slightly long silver anklets that hung gracefully. As she gently swung on the swing, the rhythmic movement of the anklets made her ankles seem even more delicate and


    tempting, makingn want to hold them for a lifetime.


    Willow’s long, graceful legs peeked out from above her ankles but were mainly hidden by her flowing sheer skirt. This element of mystery only made her more alluring, stirringn’s infatuation to a fever pitch.


    “Boss, I’ll get the car!” Eric announced.


    Still, he noticedn hadn’t budged.


    Usually the epitome of grace and poise,n stood frozen as if under a spell. His dark eyes gleamed with an unfamiliar intensity, leaving Eric to wonder wh


    was unfurling inn’s mind.


    Suddenly, Eric’s heart leaped in his chest. He quietly covered his face with his hands, realizing instantly


    thatn must have been shocked by the sheer hideousness of the influencer on stage.


    Givenn’s remarkableposure in reigning in his emotions, the fact that he looked bewildered made Eric think that the influencer on stage must be seriously ugly.


    Curiosity tugged at Eric, yet he hesitated to steal a nce at the person on stage, fearing he’d be haunted


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    “Boss, are you alright?” Eric called out cautiously.


    However,n remained as still as a statue. He <b>reached </b>out to nudgen, only to halt mid–air, remembering


    Reluctantly retracting his hand, Eric muttered, “Boss, that influencer on stage, the one who goes by Willow Sanford, must be straight out of a nightmare! Fear not, I’ll make a call right now to ensure she’s cklisted. I swear she won’t get another chance to assault your delicate senses!”


    Eric pulled out his phone, intending to instruct his men to ensure that Willow, whom he disdainfully referred to as “The Nation’s Nightmare“-formerly known as “The Nation’s First Love‘–would be banned from future events to spare others from her visual assault.


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    As he began to dial, his curiosity gnawed at him and he couldn’t resist ncing toward the stage, only to find himself struck dumb by what he saw.


    Standing there was a figure that seemed to have descended from the heavens–an angel or, perhaps, a fairy. Eric couldn’t quite discern her nature, but one <b>thing </b>was undeniable–she was stunningly, disarmingly beautiful.


    Willow’s expression was impassive, giving off an exceptional air of detachment. Yet, such aloofness only enhanced her beauty, adding ayer of mystery to her allure that made her even more captivating.


    Eric wondered what kind of influencer she was. He thought it was a waste for her just to be an influencer with such striking features. He figured she should be a celebrity.


    her demeanor.