"No need."
Su Huan picked up the document on the table.
Shu Wei said calmly, "Between twenty-six to thirty-five years old, clean background, spotless experience."
Su Huan glanced at the insinuating secretary, "I want a professional secretary."
"They are all very professional."
Shu Wei felt her hair being lifted, her body surrounded by an inexplicable magnetic field.
The body reacted instinctively with a tremor.
Seeing Su Huan's increasingly unpleasant gaze, Shu Wei felt she had done something wrong.
Unfortunately, there is never a next time with the conductor here.
...
A wisp of electric arc flickered at the fingertips, like a sharp little dagger, sliding through the tightened waistline, feeling the slightly raised knuckles beneath the taut skin, precisely stimulating every inch of nerve.
The icy, bone-chilling iceberg was sliced open by the dagger, the steel blade and the iceberg rubbing out a cold chime.
