(If you don't have the clout for an entertainment-industry story, don't bother reading.)
Lu Jia'an, heir to the Lu Group, stood at the very top of the elite's pyramid and had been born with everything. Until he met Xin Ling, the woman he'd spent one unexpected night with, who wanted nothing more than to keep her distance from him.
Now, she was his personal assistant.
Young Master Lu's lips curled into a confident, triumphant smile.
Someone bullied her? He'd crush them without a second thought.
The younger guy from her group who played piano got clingy with her? He flew into a jealous rage and got into a fight with him.
The lead dancer secretly protected her from the sidelines? He warned him outright to remember his place.
Everyone knew Young Master Lu had a violent, unpredictable temper, but with her, he was the picture of obedience.
A private jet stood ready at all times, a European castle opened its doors to her, and the finest jewelry was just a little trinket to make her smile. He wished he could lay the whole world at her feet, all for the sake of one genuine smile from her.
