Chapter 380: A Slap Across the Face

Eastern women had always been the darlings of foreigners. That poised elegance, that calm intelligence, that effortless beauty, especially the unique aura that seemed to come straight from the bone. It was something foreign women simply did not have. As a Hollywood director, Billip had been with more women than he could count. Domestic, international, every type under the sun. Eastern women included, of course. But that sudden, breath-stealing spark? That was a first. So the moment he got the...