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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
Not enough ratings
54 Chs

8. The Dragon's Rage

I went back to Desilvia Corporation with a triumphant smile on my face. I entered the building and was just about to go to the elevator when someone bumped to me. I remained standing while the man fell backwards and hit his back on the wall. I looked at the man's scarred face and immediately recognized him.

"Mr. Marcus! I am very sorry. Here, let me help you up." I bent a little and helped him stand with an apologetic face.

"It's alright. It's my fault, and please do not call me Mr. I am just a part of the maintenance team, Mr. Loward." He said.

"Nonsense. You've been working here longer than I did. You deserve my respect." I looked at his face and was about to smile when I noticed his paleness.

"Are you quite well, Mr. Marcus? You seem pale."

"Oh, I'm alright. I just feel a little bit under the weather." He chuckled and plastered a fake smile on his face.