Everyone's eyes widened. She was a beauty of the highest caliber.
Her ink-black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her eyes held an indifference as cold as the waters of Heaven Mountain, and she radiated an aura of aloof arrogance.
No one had expected the owner of the Thunder City Hotel to be a woman, much less one so aloof and stunningly beautiful.
Tang Chuan was stunned. He had seen his fair share of beautiful women, but the one before him was so breathtaking that he struggled to maintain his composure. But why does she look so familiar? Where have I seen her before?
"Tang Chuan, in Sea City, you're as meek as they come, but here in Thunder City, you're quite the big shot, aren't you?" the woman said, approaching and looking at him with indifference.
"And who might you be? Why do you look so familiar?" Tang Chuan asked with a frown. Her confident tone and bearing told him she was not afraid of him, so he knew he had to be careful.
"Jia Mengxue," the woman said flatly.
