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My Boss Is A Lady

Staring casually into his eyes, the tears she has been holding in her eyes broke loose within the lids of bondage and rolled down her cheeks. It didn't take up to a minute before her eyes turned red. "You really didn't care, did you?" Her shaky voice nearly succeeded in bringing the young man in front of her, to his knees. "I-I di-did... This is a mis-take... Don't be li-like this..." "Like what?!" She screamed! Her hand already flying in the air towards his face... But... Someone held her hand from behind. Prepared to vent the anger on the person behind her through redirecting the slap meant for the man in front of her, she turns unsuccessfully forcing her hand out of his grip. The hot tears that were gushing down her face this whole time dripped more profusely. Her red face started calming down when she saw the man behind her. Her pink lips forming an oval shape that signified her shock. "Haoran...?" The man smiles handsomely with his eyes displaying happiness in them. "Yes... It's me" She slowly buried her head into the chest of the man and wept in pain, punching his chest lightly and murmuring. "Why didn't you go? It's an opportunity that can't be-?" "It isn't an opportunity that will make this company flourish. If it is, it won't make me leave you" Hearing his voice made her cry the more. She looks tattered, and poverty seems to be her identity. The siren of the police vehicles engulfs the air and the man who attempts to run away got handcuffed before he even realized he needs to move. The eyes of Haoran scan Haozi dreadfully as the woman cried on his chest. "Where are the others?" ******* Experience the journey of Haoran and Ai Mi as they work hard to retain the biggest company of Japan, and discover so many missing people in their lives. Standing for each other is their virtue.

novel_lights · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
62 Chs

Last Step 1

Bella arrives the department to meet nearly all the designers gathered at her desk, Zhi'ai and Haoran's side to be specific.

She eyes the little crowd and withdraws to hear in on their discussion without getting caught.

"I cannot believe this! $1500?! Where am I going to get that money from?!"

Zhi'ai hushes with tears gushing out of her eyes. Fenhua pats her back with a look of sympathy. All the other designers tries to comfort her, except Sheng and Haoran, who just sat at the middle desk, watching Zhi'ai's moment of anguish.

To Sheng, it seems kinda funny. She knows that wherever a person finds himself or herself, they've to be careful, not reckless.

She spilled water because of some disturbing thought, nothing else. Either she was absentminded, or angry.

"She looks sick now"

"Serves her well" Haoran nudges the arm of Sheng hearing his careless reply.

"You suppose to be there with her. She likes you" Haoran said