After the praising part, Nina paused again, for the information to sink in Mian's brain first.
"Rumors have it that he hates physical contact with women. He keeps a wild tiger as his pet! Allegedly, some women were fed to his tiger after they tried to climb on his bed."
Mian's horrified countenance didn't let Nina to elaborate further, instead she finished the description with a final point-out, "You not only bumped into him but also talked him back."
"Should I go back to the USA?" Mian asked in a meeky voice. "But, I don't want to go back." She pouted.
Nina forced out a smile and reassured, "Let's just pray, he is generous enough to forgive you this one time."
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On the 100th floor, in a grand office of 20'×20' room, Mu Yuhaan was sitting on his swivel chair. Before him was a big prussian blue table. There were a few files, dozens of diamond encrusted signature-pens in a custom made golden pen stand, two paper weights, and a latest model laptop on the table.
The walls were painted with dark grey and prussian blue color, and the velvet carpet was jade green. In a sense, Mu Yuhaan let the gloomy colour frighten the visitors for him.
A pre-eminent perfection was carried through in all pieces of art present in the room, particularly in the paintings hanging in the walls. In fact, each and every piece of art here amounted to a refined taste, and elaborate show of luxury.
Behind the pulled-back, black-out curtains, and white blind, French windows led to a cool balcony with a mini garden in it, overlooking the whole town below.
A navy blue sofa set with a glassmade center-table in between, played a part into the exquisitely and elegantly furnished interior. In the middle of the greywall, which was located exactly opposite of his big brown wooden table, a large bookshelf full of adventurous books stood proudly.
Sitting on the swivel chair, twirling a keyring around his forefinger, Mu Yuhaan was thinking about the girl who had dared to refute him this afternoon. Since he returned from the shopping mall, he was in no state to work; as his mind and heart was wandering somewhere off to her.
He didn't want to be petty by killing that girl, but no matter how much he tried to shove that incident at the back of his head, that girl's face was popping up in front of eyes again and again.
At first, he didn't see her face, it was only after she stood up...now he could vividly visualise her pretty face in the darkness behind his eyelids.
Those big bright brown eyes were driving him crazy. They were very clear and possessed a language of their own. There wasn't even an iota of negativity in them, which bore her honesty; and the spark in them showed her strong personality and upright nature. This was something, ordinary people could never have.
One of Mu Yuhaan's many talents was his astute observation. He was very good at seeing what people were really like, and without exception he had always emerged as victor in his judgement.
That unique scent-'Which perfume does she use?' Mu Yuhaan thought. 'It's like lavender, then also like sandalwood.'
It was not like Mu Yuhaan hadn't seen beautiful girls before. In fact, the case was the other way around. He grew up being surrounded by those so-called pretty girls.
They used to hover around him, as if he was some kind of flower and they were honey bees. It disgusted him to the point that he started avoiding women like plague.
However, this girl was completely different. Her face was completely devoid of any makeup, yet it was truly a magnificent feast for the eyes. She had a kind of innocent face that could bring peace to anyone's burning heart. Neither was she acting shy nor afraid of him. 'Irritation' was all written on her beautiful face. She didn't act like other women at all.
'Innocent looking fierce tigress,' this was the name, Mu Yuhaan came up with for Mian subconsciously. Thinking about her, his lips turned slightly upward.
Mu Yuhaan himself didn't know why, but instead of becoming angry, he was amused. He wanted to see her again, and know more about her. What her name was, who she was, and everything about her. Nobody ever piqued his interest this much!
Just then, Wang Eric raised his hand to knock on the ajar door. Light was drained from his face, with the weighty incident of that afternoon lingering in the air, he was reluctant to go in front of Mu Yuhaan.
Nevertheless, who would have thought instead of cutting someone's life licence, Mu Yuhaan would be smiling?!
Wang Eric became so shocked that his hands flew up to cover his wide mouth, lest any fly enter inside.
Wait a minute, was he hallucinating under pressure?
Wang Eric started rubbing his eyes, however, before he could confirm his doubt, the familiar cold voice rang out.
"Give me every single information you can dig up on that girl from the shopping complex, and make sure no media outlets cover today's happening."
Wang Eric jumped back in fear. His boss already detected his presence!
"Roger that, President Mu." He stammered out, and strode out of there instantly, as he didn't have the guts to observe his boss, not even for a nano second longer, after being given an important task.
He knew this was coming! That heavenly beauty was gone for sure.
"Such a waste of beauty!" Wang Eric mumbled on his way back, as he felt bad for the girl.
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"Nin, are you sure, the hooligan from the mall is that monster? I mean, he could be someone else impersonating that Business Emperor, The Underworld King, and The Richest businessmen of Asia." Mian asked with a tiny bit of hope lurking in her eyes, and she enumerated the titles counting on her fingers.
"Yes, I'm damn sure; owing to the fact that nobody will ever dare to impersonate him. Worse luck, today you have provoked him face to face. It's said, even the president of our country has to bow down in front of him. His say is the final say always. That's why, I was driving so fast looking at the rear view mirror repeatedly. I was actually checking whether or not his men were following us. At least, he was generous enough to let us go this time."