A new day had begun. The rows of tall Roman columns of the white Presidential Residence were gilded with a layer of golden light by the morning sun. Bathed in this morning glow, Yeh Huang's tall, noble figure walked forward, treading on the light scattered on the ground. His handsome face was as flawless as that of a god. This man carried an elegant air and striking looks; even without saying a word, his powerful aura gave people an invisible sense of oppression.
At this moment, hiding behind a column, Xie Wan's heartbeat sped up. Every day she looked at Yeh Huang in this intoxicated way, constantly dreaming of owning him, of becoming the focus of envy for all women.
