Chapter 8 Enchanting Woman

Five years later...

Time flew by.

In front of a photography exhibition venue, a black limousine was parked steadily at the best lot. The limited-edition car reflected the high status of its owner.

Clay calmly strode to the other side before respectfully opening the door. "Mr. Boyle, here we are at the exhibition center." He reported in a low voice.

"Mm!" In the car, a man, who had kept his eyes closed, hummed. His deep, throaty voice was attractive and clear.

After quite a while, he slowly opened his dark eyes that glinted with noble light, glanced at Clay, and strode out of the car.

His customized suit set off his figure as tall as 1.9 meters and his cold air.

Harry Rojas, the manager in charge of the exhibition, saw the luxury car, immediately trotted up, and beamed, "Mr. Boyle, how are you?"

One of his hands was still in his pants pocket. A pair of sunglasses lay on the high bridge of his nose. His mood could not be seen through.

"Mr. Rojas, let's do away with the pleasantries. Mr. Boyle is here today to fetch the works created by Mr. Knox." Clay picked up the conversation.

"Oh... sure, I've got them ready." Harry bowed and scraped with a flattering smile.

"Be our guide; Mr. Boyle wants to examine the works in person." Clay said again.

With the manager respectfully leading the way, Terrance steadily followed Clay and several bodyguards in black suits.

In the VIP room, Harry had the works prudently brought over and introduced to them.

Through the sunglasses, Terrance looked at the works without any comments.

Harry trembled inwardly and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead from time to time.

Terrance turned to leave.

Clay came up, saying, "Frame this one and send it to Boyle Consortium."

Mr. Boyle's silence meant satisfaction. Clay had been following him for a long time, thus able to read his mind.

Only then did the manager heave a sigh of relief.

Terrance led them to walk out of the hall. Suddenly, he halted his steps and looked fixedly at a piece of work on the white wall.

He abruptly took off his sunglasses and handed them to a bodyguard behind him. His eagle's eyes then landed on the photo.

In the photo, the inky hair of a woman hung smoothly in the front, covering the sensitive spots. Her fair skin could be vaguely seen. Her charm was beyond words.

Under her lanceted eyebrows were a pair of dark eyes as clear as water. Foiled with red flowers in the background, they looked breathtaking and enchanting.

What touched him even more was that tears were glistening in her eyes. When a teardrop fell, the photographer was sensitive enough to capture it in the camera. It added to her charm.

There was one thing everyone could see.

The woman in the photo was almost naked.