They all looked at the source, which was a goddess with beautiful clothes. A woman with her long, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, her movements radiated grace and elegance. Her smile, warm and inviting, seemed to thaw even the iciest demeanour, carrying with her an autumnal aura. "Miss Sophia," Lucas stammered, releasing Alex's collar as everyone returned to their chairs. Sophia Deneuve, in her twenties, was the golden apple of the wealthy Deneuve family, the CEO of Deneuve Hotel, and a top goddess in Blackwood City. "Miss Sophia," the men said, their faces lighting up. To them, Sophia was like an unattainable goddess. "I've just come from my hotel construction site. I've heard that the workers there haven't received their directions to start their work from the office." Sophia said, her brow furrowed, "We need to adhere to our schedule, right?" "Yes, yes, of course," the senior project manager said. "We're sending today's work schedule directions now, and they'll start
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