"And..."
He cleared his throat.
"His new silver hair is also rather attractive."
He looked toward the window.
"The Chef possesses an impressive presence."
His eyes narrowed.
"He would look excellent in the Wen Consortium's boardroom."
Shiru immediately picked up his pen.
"I must begin selling some of my overseas assets."
Finally, in the courtyard, Hu Yanlie was sitting in the exact mud puddle where Ji'an had beaten him.
He had refused to wash himself.
The Beast Lord stared at the moon.
His large, scarred chest rose and fell, and his beast-like eyes were filled with determination.
"MATE."
His deep voice shook the windows.
Yanlie did not care about social rules.
He did not care about gender. The beast inside him understood only one thing.
Lin Ji'an was strong.
Fierce.
And terrifying.
She was the strongest creature in the valley.
"The Chef feeds me meat."
Yanlie clenched his fist.
"The Chef beats me into submission."
He struck his fist against his palm.
