Chapter 9 of 881 · 4 min read
MBS International, President’s office.
Wearing a body-fitting Armani suit, Ye Chen sat on the sofa made of genuine leather. This young president with a pair of cold eyes and enchanting face commanded respect and emanated a sense of elegance to the point of indifference.
Fragmented streaks of sunlight slanted in and leapt on his body, casting a layer of intimidating charm.
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