"Young Master Li, Ms. Lei is in a private room with Ms. Su and Ms. Lu. They seem…harmonious." He hummed and hung up.
He has guards patrolling around her informing him of her every activity. It wasn't like he didn't trust her. It was just Lei Xinyi who knew how to yell at trouble to 'come hither' and knowing her whereabouts calmed his raging desires to lock her up in his bedroom.
It was an obsession, an intense alleviation of madness. But he was possessive of her, of her skin, of her scent and of her songs, reserved only for him. She was a Siren but she was his siren. Only his.
He drummed his fingers on his desk, skimming his eyes through the piles of files he had gone through for the day. He was fast, his deals came easy unlike Yu Youhan he only worked in the perimeters of his own rules.