The Flirting Men Time-Space Agency

Elora walked a few steps before the tempting scent of street food caught her attention. Mmm, the aroma was irresistible—it was her favorite, the savory Jianbing Guozi. She thought to herself, "Why not buy one to take back? It could be a nice snack when hunger strikes later."

It seemed like a great idea, but just as she was about to step toward the food stall, something suddenly crossed her mind, and she abruptly stopped. What if people found out she was eating food from a street vendor? Her reputation would be in shambles!

She sighed and decided against it. "No, I won't buy it. Better head back to the office," she muttered to herself, as the scent lingered in the air, pulling her in. She forced herself to turn away, striding back with a neutral expression, her high heels clicking against the pavement with a sense of proud indifference. Perhaps if she could keep her gaze from lingering on the food, her decision would seem more convincing.

...

"Alright, I'll be there soon!" Milo Donovan hung up the phone and walked toward his Maserati parked by the side of the street, ready to head to Serene. Just as he was about to start the engine, his eyes caught sight of a woman on the sidewalk, and he was momentarily taken aback by her allure.

She was staring intently at the street food stall, her eyes practically sparkling as if she might pounce on it. Then, for reasons unknown, she suddenly halted, furrowing her brows in what appeared to be an internal struggle. After a brief moment, she relaxed, turned in the opposite direction, and looked around. Finally, she resumed her walk, her expression returning to one of quiet pride, as though she had concealed her desire well—yet her eyes betrayed her.

Milo smiled to himself, watching her walk away, the click of her heels echoing in the air.

The woman was dressed in high-end brands, and that bag—he recognized it. It was a custom design, one that his younger sister had, albeit after much coaxing and pleading from her to get it from him.

An interesting woman, indeed. Milo thought as he slid into his car.

Elora, of course, had no idea that her every move had been observed.

...

Soon, Elora was fully immersed in work, diligently reviewing documents in her office.

Knock, knock...

"Come in!" Elora's eyes never left the paperwork as she replied, not even sparing a glance for Sylvie.

"Manager Carter, here is the information on the Donovan family you requested."

"Mm, just leave it there. You may go now."

Sylvie nodded slightly and exited the office.

Elora picked up the Donovan family file, and from the details within, she learned that the Donovan family was a prestigious one in the local area. They were looking to develop a theme park in City A and were searching for a suitable partner. Conveniently, the wife of the current chairman of the Donovan family was from City A, and the chairman's wife was hosting a birthday party here to assess the local market.

It seemed that the guest list for this event consisted mostly of the city's elite.

Well, since such an opportunity had presented itself, it would only be natural to attend and see for herself.

It was the perfect time to get ready.

...

As night descended, luxury cars lined up in front of the Donovan mansion, creating a spectacular sight. The hall was as bright as daylight, filled with society's most influential figures, engaged in quiet conversation.

Elora handed her gift to a server, offering a warm smile, before gracefully entering the grand hall.

Heads turned, and everyone paused, momentarily stunned by her entrance.

Her white gown shimmered in the soft lighting, exuding elegance and charm. The long skirt flowed like liquid silver across the floor, and the waistline was impeccably cinched. Transparent lace traced the contours of her back, highlighting the delicate curve of her spine, and her posture was straight and poised as she glided through the room. From a distance, she resembled a mermaid, especially with the subtle allure of her back, which sparked the imagination.

As she passed, her fingers brushed against the corner of her lips, gently smoothing a stray lock of hair, her movements as light as a sprite's. A faint fragrance lingered in the air where her hair had fallen.

Her gaze was like the calm waves of autumn, deep and affectionate. Her hair was styled in an elegant updo, with a few tendrils falling naturally by her ears, framing her fair, pinkish ear, which was adorned with small, delicate earrings. As the light flickered, her face remained adorned with a smile that was barely perceptible, her bright eyes and pearly teeth creating a striking contrast.

Tonight, she was irresistibly alluring—more so than the playful, cute version of herself from earlier. Lucas was momentarily entranced by her presence, but as he noticed the surrounding men staring at her, not even blinking, a sense of discomfort crept into his chest.

Ding... Target's affection +5, current affection value: 40.