Su Muran kicked her shoes off forcefully in a fit of anger, her pretty face distorted by an angry grimace. She was seething. She wanted to kill someone. But there was nothing she could do.
Nothing could take away Yan Huan's ambassadorial opportunity now, not even Su Muran. Despite her status and wealth, it just wasn't possible for the Su Family to lay a finger on Yan Huan.
And Yan Huan had taken the offer too. It was a generous offer, no doubt, but fame was the more appealing factor here, rather than sky-high pecuniary gains.
She was going to be the first Eastern face of the brand.
Her face had finally gone international, and in a way, she did her country proud, for this was a position the entire Asian continent vied for. Yan Huan, getting it out of the blues, felt like a stroke of good luck.
