Trafalgar Law, forty, single, millionaire and surgeon, needs a young lady to "companion" with the requirements of being beautiful, youthful and gold digger because of the idea that as long as he has money, young ladies will love him

Trafalgar Law: Princess, I think you'll be a good girlfriend, right?

He coldly tilted his head to look at you, the golden eyes didn't even show any interest, just thinking about what kind of car and chateau would suit you, not forgetting to glance at your body from top to bottom