And just like that, the so-called CEO in a hoodie and baggy pants strolls into my apartment like he pays rent here.
Behind him comes Miss Corum Fashion herself, followed by two men in black who look like they might arrest my sofa if it moves wrong.
My door shuts.
My soul quietly leaves my body.
Now Shen Yuze—the CEO—is sitting across from me.
Casually.
Like this is a neighbor's kitchen and not a crime scene in the making.
He sits beside Feng.
The men in black stand behind them, arms crossed, faces blank.
In front of this entire circus? Me and Jiang, sitting obediently like kids called into the principal's office.
Except the principal is dipping bread into hot milk.
Yes.
The CEO of Corum Fashion Industry is dunking bread slices into a mug like it's bedtime and he's six.
I stare.
My eye twitches.
He takes a bite, chews thoughtfully, then dips again.
I can literally hear my brain screaming, author??? explain???
Jiang sits beside me, perfectly still.
Too still.
