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Shades of Mr.Billionaire

An Interior Designer Wei Lin has been assigned to a new project to renovate the great Old Mansion of the Feng Corp one of biggest company in Beijing but she got no that someone had awaits her coming at the Old Mansion. Feng Teng the President of Feng Corp, a devastatingly handsome, utterly confident, a strong builder, anyone whom seen him will bend down immediately with fears and pleasure seeking playboy who knows no boundaries. Wei Lin doesn't want to be attracted to this man and yet she can't control the overwhelming desire and fears that he effected in her since the first met. She knows that her heart will never survive from his poisonous attraction. But Wei Lin instinct keep telling her to run away but Feng Teng never willing to let her go. Feng Teng is a conquer man so as a man who always what he wants. He determined to make Wei Lin him no matter how hard she tried to run away from him, still he won't back off since the first day he laid his eyes on her portfolio. *Do not read if you don't like it* I write this book only for hobby and releasing my stress over my jobs since my work always busy like Wei Lin too. Just mine is reality, no fairy tales. So sometime my imaginary tend to be active during my block head during working. So Wei Lin character pop up into my mind. So enjoy. If you like too. Do not forcing you to read , since my English also impromptu. Hehe*

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Chapter 201 Deja Vu

"What the hell are you doing?" he shouts.

"It's not in there, it's here. See now?" He thrusts the paper under my nose as I dump my bag on the bar stool and start rummaging through it.

Actually, I have no idea what I'm looking for.

"Wei Lin. Listen! You are not fucking going any fucking where, especially for that matter!" His voice is somewhere between anger and fear.

I look at him. And yes, I definitely hear a fear tone in his voice.

What is he fear about?

"Please. Next time don't through my bag." I grind the words out through my incensed frustration and look at him accusingly.

He backs away a little and chucks the paper on the stool while maintaining his infuriated glare.

"Why, what else you hiding from me?" He yell in accused.

"I got nothing to hide from you," I scream back.

"Let me tell you something," He stalks forward, getting his face right in mine.