Cook picked up a photo, staring at the woman inside, almost enchanted.
"Look, absolutely flawless from every angle, even when she's just taking out the trash, she's so sexy, I really want—"
As he spoke, Cook's eyes narrowed lewdly as he rubbed his hands together, his sleazy demeanor in stark contrast to his seemingly educated and gentle appearance.
The agent picked up a photo, glanced at it, and clearly wasn't interested: "I think she's quite ordinary, not much different from those young models you play around with, and besides, you said she's already married and has a three-year-old child."
"You don't understand!" Cook quickly snatched the photo back, holding it dear in his palm: "Women who have had children have charm, something those little girls can't compare with. Besides, this woman is only in her twenties, with an innocent and cute face, and a petite and sexy figure~"
