Lu Hanyang watched his reflection in his mirror as he straightened his suit. His dark eyes glistened as he stared evilly at his reflection, clenching his fist as he cursed under his breath. With his masculine looks and demonic aura, he was a dashing man but did not hold a candle to Cree Ye's looks. He hated the man intensely. To Lu Hanyang, Cree Ye had taken so much from him, and no matter how many women he had now, it would not mitigate the pain and anger inside him. He could not rest until he saw Cree Ye's downfall.
By now, he knew that Yuan Fang was still unable to get close to Cree Ye. He had known, without a doubt, that Yuan Fang would have met with strong resistance from the strong-headed woman Qiao Ruo, but he had not foretold that Cree Ye would have built the walls of his fort even more strongly after the incident!
