He leaned back in his chair, exhaling softly, rolling his stiff shoulders to ease the tension built up over days of absence. His gaze drifted towards the floor-to-ceiling windows where the courtyard trees swayed gently in the early evening breeze.
Three days away from work.
Three days of blood, death, rescue, and hidden truths.
But here, in this silent sanctuary lined with dark wood and data streams, he was still President Lu Ting Cheng, the unshakable pillar of the Lu Corporation, his hand steady on every level of power that mattered.
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Meanwhile, Old Madam Lu rose gracefully from her chair in the dining room.
Her dark silk qipao swayed around her ankles as she ascended the polished staircase, a quiet frown creasing between her brows.
She reached the master suite and knocked softly before entering.
The curtains were drawn halfway, casting the room in dim golden light. Inside, Lu Ting Zhou lay on his side on the vast bed, his breathing deep and even.
