"President, you finally made it!"
Pacing anxiously back and forth outside the conference room, Zhao Jin finally let out a breath of relief when she saw the long-awaited "Mrs. Wen" appear.
"Let's begin."
The delicate makeup lifted into a confident smile that said victory was already in her grasp. This deal with Triumph Energy would be the last time she risked her life for the Jun Group.
Amid the irritating cries of the woman and the child, all that remained in Jun Muye's sharp, cold phoenix eyes was killing intent.
Five years had flashed by like a white horse galloping past a crack, and not only had he failed to fulfill the promise he made back then, he'd even let Xin'er shoulder everything for him. Even this bastard child had become her responsibility.
He figured it was about time he had a proper talk with his old man.
