
His Final Move
by Yang Lina
About This Novel
When Su You rushed into the CEO's office with the project in hand, he never expected to see the CEO loosening his tie. The silver chain fell into his shirt, and the Ouroboros tattoo glowed coldly in the mirror, which was the same as the thorn pattern dagger on the desk. "Three seconds late." He turned his swivel chair slightly, his amber pupils were quenched by ice, and his diamond-encrusted cufflinks swung across your hot face. It wasn't until half of the arms list on the armrest pierced your eyes that you realized: this seemingly ordinary first meeting in the workplace had already been woven into an inevitable web by the tattoos and the light of the sword on his palm. And your knuckles turning white as you clutched the document, you didn't know whether you were an intruder or someone he had planned to get into.
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