Looking at how Yves King was irresistibly drawn to Mandy Qamar, his infatuation plain and shamelessly apparent. Mabel Cooper watched, her eyes filled with irritation, her competitive spirit unchecked. Damn you, Widow Qamar.
No matter who else she lost to, just not to this Widow Qamar. Even if it was just a game of seduction, even if she'd never done such a thing before, she knew it was one of a woman's innate abilities.
As she considered her options, Mabel's face, which usually appeared so dignified, instantly transformed, her eyes filled with charming allure. She donned a pair of black-rimmed glasses which sat on her bedside table.
She was an exceedingly rare beauty, naturally gifted with a graceful yet aloof aura, courtesy of her high-ranking status and pampered lifestyle.
Even her subordinates often found themselves feeling weak and trembling under her cold gaze.