The evening breeze blew fiercely, causing the tall glass windows to rattle faintly. The dimly lit room was bathed in an ambient glow as the man stood by the expansive window, framed against the gathering clouds that hinted at an impending rainstorm.
His silhouette was imposing, hands casually tucked into his pockets, his well-combed hair elegantly rolled to the side. He was a man of perfection.
But rather there was someone else who was out there was better than him.
In his minimalist attire—just a plain white shirt and a jacket hanging by its hanger—his shoulders cut a sharp and erect figure. His face, an emotionless mask, reflected the sternness that defined him.
The man exuded an air of authority that seemed to demand attention.
His mind wandered to the day they had dinner at Stacy's house with Mr Qin, he hated tha man so much and he was going to try everything in his power to help Stacy and ensure she wouldn't stay long in such a ridiculous marriage.
