Chapter 345 Victoria, the Femme Fatale

• Victoria's long legs were crossed and propped up on the armrest of the couch, dangling ever so slightly. She was the picture of indulgence, and her fair looks made her even more alluring combined with her insouciance. Anyone who stumbled upon this sight would think she was just another beautiful young woman who was on the phone with her best friend.
• The atmosphere would have been a heartwarming one had there not been the startling sight of four muscular men guarding the office door. They looked out of place, seemingly intimidating in their black suits and their arms behind their backs, standing straight like they were cadets waiting to greet their superiors.
• The scars on their faces gave them a vicious air, making them look like guardians who would not hesitate to take down intruders.