The sleek black Bugatti Veyron glistened elegantly in the parking lot, attracting everyone’s attention.

While they checked out the luxury car, they also happened to witness Stanley Batton carefully applying medicated ointment on Xyla Quest.

This initiated another round of commentaries from everyone once again—

“Oh my god! Look at how gentle Mr. Batton is. See the look in his eyes?”

“We’re talking about a CEO here, aren’t we? From now on, all the male protagonists in the novels I read have his face.”

“He seems to be so cautious with her. It’s almost as if he’s looking after a baby. Our president seems so happy.”

“Honestly, that looks like a scene out of a well-made idol drama. I can’t believe it.”

“Most importantly, they look so good together even from this distance.”

“Isn’t our president so beautiful? I feel attracted even as a woman, let alone a normal man like Stanley.”

The couple under scrutiny and at the center of attention didn’t even notice anything outside the car. They