With an Annual Salary of Eight Figures, I Serve as a Vase to the CEO

My biggest worry is that even though I can make a living with my fists, everyone only looks at my face. The new boss was even more outrageous. He directly gave me an eight-figure annual salary and made me a purebred flower vase. On my first day at work, he put me in a silk dress that restricted my movement and warned me that any attack would trigger an alarm. Me: Got it, turn on the "trash beauty" mode.