Chapter 2035 The Icy Beauty of the Four Beauties

The December afternoon snow outside Zovince fell in large, feather-like flakes. Yet, the woman in the luxury car had skin even whiter than the snow falling outside the window. Her delicate oval face exuded an icy aloofness, and her cold, piercing eyes reminded one of an icy beauty. Her skin was so pale, and her features so perfect, that she didn't even seem real—more like an AI-rendered image of the ideal woman. "Darling!" Maxwell was momentarily taken aback but quickly broke into a sycophantic smile as he walked over to her. To any onlooker, it would seem like the classic story of a lovesick fool doting on a goddess.