Chapter 40

Stella settled onto the soft leather couch, facing a rosewood desk of considerable length. Dickson reclined in his desk chair, with a glass bookcase stretching along the entire wall behind him.

"Wow, what a lavish office!" Stella couldn't resist glancing around. When she smiled, her hyaluronic acid-pumped face caused her cheeks to puff out, and her crimson red lips resembled blood.

Dickson, feeling uneasy, cast an uncomfortable glance at Stella, on the verge of being repulsed by the strong scent of her perfume. With a sombre expression, he asked, "Mrs. Stella, is there anything I can assist you with?"

"Oh, it's nothing! I just came to see you," Stella replied with a flirtatious smile, gazing intently at Dickson. "You're quite handsome," she added.

His features seemed as if they were chiselled by a divine hand. Not only did he possess a striking appearance, but his physique also rivalled that of international male models. He exuded a palpable air of masculinity. If Stella were two deca