She worked hard and took every step to make those men who were once aloof and arrogant, like fish out of water, like drug addicts looking for the medicine they long for, one by one, fall under her pomegranate skirt. And she, sitting in a high position of honor, looked sideways at the men who were like dogs, with a puzzled expression on her face. It was obviously just a conflict of interests, why did they react so loudly. . .
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
