The sunlight was behind him, and as Leandro walked in, his face also stepped into the slightly darker shadows of the room.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Romero."
The entrance hall of the villa had been treated with transparency. Just now, Leandro had walked in from there, the sunlight hitting his face. Although his brows and eyes were cold, they didn't feel gloomy.
But as he walked through the foyer and into the room towards her, the slightly dim light seemed to make him suddenly feel colder.
The person walked in, and the coldness in his eyes and brows lessened considerably.
Charlotte only felt a flash before her eyes, and then saw a stack of documents placed in front of her: "Melvin organized it, my hobbies and some things to avoid."
Charlotte paused for a moment, recalling the conversation
