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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 · 都市
分數不夠
54 Chs

29. Closing In

The soft and almost imperceptible sound of footsteps made its way through a dark hallway, only illuminated by the weak light on the ceiling. At the end of the hallway were large metal doors, guarded by two equally large man. The man who approached made a small bow to the guards as they parted and opened the door for him. As they pushed open the door, it emitted a sound similar to an anguished roar, a sound that was befitting to the ominous aura of the forlorn place. When the doors were wide enough for him to enter, he took a step forward. Every step he took echoed around the place, making the masked people sitting in large chairs turn to him. Blood was all over the floor and two corpses of a middle aged man and woman laid immobile with a horror stricken expression plastered on their pale faces. The metallic smell of blood filled his nostrils, a smell so nostalgic and alluring to him.