“Huh?”
“Pardon?”
“What?”
Whose bride? Who’s whose bride-to-be?
In order: Gyeon Jioh, Director Jang, and Beom.
And then the Silver Lion secretaries and guards behind them, who gasped in shock as well.
Having plunged the entire top floor into astonishment without even noticing, Kwon Lara slowly looked Jioh up and down.
Twenty-one? Twenty-two? She looks really young.
But Lara wasn’t going to be fooled.
The advancement of modern beauty treatments enhanced with mana was frightening even to someone like her, who had spent more than ten years in the entertainment industry.
These days, even ordinary people who weren’t Hunters could get a few anti-aging treatments and make someone in their forties look like they were in their thirties, or someone in their thirties look like they were in their twenties.
She’s probably around thirty in reality. If she’s willing to play along with some fake marriage, it’s pretty obvious what type she is.
“Lara came here already knowing everything, you know? That it’s a marriage without love or anything like that. So I’d appreciate it if you stepped aside.…