Two months later
Yiren's POV continues
Dressed to kill.If someone wants to understand the real meaning of the words, they should look at Jun today. He sits at the head of the huge table in the conference room like it had been carved for him.
The Tom Ford suit—dark, pristine, unforgiving. Every thread, every crease screams power. His jaw is set, eyes on the couple in front, and his presence swallows the oxygen in the room.
His cufflinks catch the light as he places a hand on my shaking leg. His eyes instantly turn warm when he looks at me before resuming his intimidating stance.
