Amelia’s POV
The plan is that I’ll just grab something to eat and leave here.
I stand in front of the buffet and take a bite of the salmon. It tastes awesome. The host of the party must be so damn rich! I guess I’ll never have a chance to taste these top-quality food. I take out my second-hand phone and take a picture of it.
I adjust the lens to find the best angle. At this moment, a man walks over and enters the screen. No, he ruins the background of the picture. But wait, he’s hot! I can tell from the tan and muscular wrist in the screen that he must be hot. I raise my head immediately to see his face.
He’s so damn handsome, and hot, and handsome!
He doesn’t seem like my age. Rather, he exudes the aura of authority, of mature and successful elites. And different from those successf
