Wedge -
In the banquet box in Haishi late at night, the crystal lamp reflected Shen Yuan's cold profile. Holding the champagne glass between her fingertips, she looked across the crowd and accurately locked onto Lin Chi, who was in a black dress in the corner.
"Designer Lin," she approached, her voice laced with a deliberate laziness, "My YuAN, I need your soul."
Lin Chi raised his eyes, his eyes sharp: "Mr. Shen's money can't buy my designs, let alone my people."
Shen Yuan chuckled, leaned close to her, and breathed across her ears: "What if I replace it with myself?"
