It was an open secret that Donovan was hopelessly addicted to beautiful women.
The more striking the girl, the stronger his predatory urge to conquer her.
Before this moment, he hadn't even noticed Maeve.
Prompted by Nevaeh, he turned his gaze toward the buffet area.
With just one look, Donovan was entirely captivated.
Stunning! She was so breath-taking he couldn't tear his eyes away.
How could a woman this gorgeous actually exist?
She radiated a sharp, vibrant youthfulness.
When she tilted her head to take a sip from her glass, the elegant line of her swan-like neck looked like a masterpiece sculpted by the gods.
Her profile alone was impossibly beautiful.
But when Donovan finally saw her straight on, he was genuinely awestruck. The creator truly played favorites when forging some people.
Radiant complexion, luminous skin, and curves that were flawlessly proportioned.
Just moments ago, he had thought Nevaeh was a rare prize.
Compared to the girl standing by the buffet, Nevaeh belonged in the trash.
Donovan swallowed hard, forcing himself to sound casual. "You know her?"
Nevaeh flashed a wicked, knowing smile.
"Mr. Yarrow, I can see the heavy possessiveness practically burning in your eyes."
Donovan didn't bother hiding it.
"It's only natural for a man to appreciate a beautiful woman."
Nevaeh nodded smoothly.
"If I were a man, I'd be completely hypnotized by a girl like that, too."
"In a world obsessed with looks, it's impossible for someone that gorgeous not to draw attention."
Donovan's predatory gaze remained glued to Maeve's face.
He lowered his voice, murmuring to Nevaeh.
"If you can get her into my bed tonight, I'll transfer Aria Lynn and Summer Moon's endorsements straight to your name."
That was the best news Nevaeh had heard all night.

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