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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 · perkotaan
Peringkat tidak cukup
54 Chs

36. Devil's Blood

WARNING!!! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND BRUTALITY, PLEASE BE DISCREET AND PROCEED WITH CAUTION

The man sat in the highest chair, his piercing blue eyes glowing under the moonlight. His jaw was set hard and his grip on the arm rest was tight, making the wood creak before it broke into splinters.

His hired men quaked under the storm in his eyes, feeling their death edging closer. "How many of my troops were killed?"

"A-all of the troops you've sent aside from the troop leaders, Master."

"You mean aside from you blundering fools? Did you even participate in the fight or did you go straight to hiding?"

The sound of his teeth grinding made their hearts pound. His anger was like no other, it meant death and destruction. They waited for him to scream and lose his composure, but he remained calm.

"And Jackson?"