His handsome features were shrouded in an aloof aura, which, combined with his powerful presence, instilled a profound sense of trepidation in others.
Zhao Xiaoya clutched her cell phone tightly, her expression nervous as she rushed to explain, "I—I had it on silent, so I didn't hear it ringing."
"You know I hate it when I can't reach someone." Wang Junze's eyes narrowed, becoming as sharp as blades as he looked down at her.
Zhao Xiaoya hung her head, her hands fidgeting restlessly, not daring to make a single move.
Only then did Wang Junze withdraw his gaze, his tone softening slightly. "Don't let this happen again."
As the young master, vice-chairman, and general manager of the Wanguo Group in Lingjin City, Wang Junze's style was always swift and decisive—even overbearing and unreasonable. His domineering attitude extended to everyone without exception. It wasn't a conscious act; it was simply his nature.
