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The Dragon Lady

The Dragon Lady Qalif Loward is a man filled with good manners and dark secrets. His charm laid on his gentle features and green warm eyes. He was the kind man you would not expect to work under the most ruthless, powerful, and fiercest business woman in the industry. He was the man who stood behind Merrylia Selene Desilvia, the woman who hacked her way to the top with her terrifyingly intelligent mind, manipulative ways, and bold braveness. She dominated with an iron fist, making men and women alike quake before her dark eyes. Step by step she is making her way to her rightful throne while a waging war surfaced before him and her. They both had their secrets, and its bound to catch up with them. . . . . . . Merrylia Selene Desilvia is the epitome of intimidation. She was richest and most powerful young billionaire who conquered the business world by storm. Her past is a mystery and so is her enemies. Trust is a rotten meat on her tongue, a word she would not apply to anyone as she fought her way to the top, not even to the gentleman who calls himself a secretary. Qalif Loward is an open soul with a closed past. Behind his gentleness is a dark memory he tries his best to hide, even when it's catching up to him as he devotes himself to his work as a secretary; a seemingly harmless job. Qalif is about to realize that the world of trade doesn't limit itself in the four corners of the office. There is more to business than files and lunch meetings, and he might just end up being the nightmare he had once been and worked so hard to avoid. "We both have a dark past, mine just started even before I was born." - Qalif Loward

Jamie · Urban
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54 Chs

33. Connection

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We arrived in Italy three hours after we took off. The smile in my face didn't waver even once since we got on the helicopter as I relived the moment when I saw three of Merrylia's men with bruises in their faces. I didn't question who did it, but from looking at the cut in Merrylia's knuckles I just knew.

We landed on a helipad near a large mansion, unlike her mansion back home, this one looked sinister. In the middle of the day, the place looked gloomy. The shadow of the trees fell on the mansion, making its white walls look gray. As I carried our baggage to the front door, Merrylia walked beside me silently. Her face was blank and unreadable but her eyes showed a fiery glint.