The Timeless Power of Love

South City.

At Hyatt Hotel, a dinner where everyone toasted each other was going on.

Leon Davis accidentally bumped into someone at the corner when he finished his phone call. Out of politeness, he raised his hand and carefully helped her shaking body up and simply apologized.

"I'm sorry..."

However, when he touched her body, the silky skin tactility made him frown slightly.

When he lowered his eyes, he realized that he was holding a woman.

The woman was wearing a black halter dress. From his point of view, he could see this woman's smooth and fair back as well as her charming and slender waistline...

Even if he just held the woman carefully at this time, his body was in close contact with her waist.

When his eyes fell on the woman's face, he saw her bright and beautiful eyes. The woman smiled, took a step back, and stood firm, and her voice was very soft.

"It should be said that I am sorry. After I drink too much, my legs will not work."

Leon withdrew his hands slowly and he immediately put his hands into the pockets of his suit trousers, and he showed a cool face.

"Miss Taylor, I'm glad you're all right."

Leon knew the woman in front of him. In other words, almost everyone in the upper class at South City knew her.

She was Hathaway Taylor, the youngest daughter of the Taylor Family in South City. A month ago, after her brother was imprisoned and her elder sister got unconscious in a car accident, she became the current ruler of the Taylor Family.

It was said that this woman was sharp, scheming, and beautiful, but her private life was chaotic and dissolute.

"I'm fine..."

Her delicate voice sounded again,

"Mr. Davis, are you all right?"