The bar's proprietress was a woman in her thirties, still possessing a mature charm.
Perhaps because the room was too hot, she had already taken off her jacket. Underneath, she wore a rather sexy, tight black, hip-hugging dress, paired with black stockings and high heels.
She sat on a chair, her legs crossed, exuding a sensual confidence.
When she saw Xu Yun arrive, her eyes lit up.
'What a handsome man!'
Only then did she stand up, proactively pour him a glass of water, and ask with a smile, "President Xu, may I ask what brings you to us?"
Before the woman arrived, her man had already given her a brief rundown of Xu Yun's influence.
As long as his requests weren't too outrageous, she should agree to whatever she could and avoid offending him.
At the time, the woman had shot back over the phone, 'And what if he suddenly gets ideas and takes a liking to me?'
She'd seen plenty of these rich young masters. The ones who liked to party were rarely good news.
