Chapter 93

Jason Leo was truly stupefied. He had tried to imagine what Little Poseidon would look like. In his experience, a woman who could compete with a man was bound to be of the 'black widow' type, tough as nails. They were men wrapped in women's clothes, likely burly, with short hair, looking gender-neutral, and often surrounded by male attendants. But the girl in front of him, possessing a breathtaking beauty, walked towards him. His heart throbbed with the sound of her high heels touching the ground. She was stunningly beautiful, so enchanting it could make any man sin. Yet her regal and commanding air made people think twice about disrespecting her. She was like the untouchable goddesses in myths, descending onto earth with her glorious dignity, every upward glance from her was a reward. He had seen all types of women; cute, innocent, seductive, ladylike, mature, elegant, and charming. But all these worldly beauties paled in comparison to this queen. Some say real beauty doesn't distingu