Houston, a building in the financial district.
Jordan's "Madam" had finally become his woman.
Hugging Park Anya close to him, Jordan said softly to her, "Madam, do you know how long I've been waiting for this moment? It's been four years. I know you've been looking for a man who's worthy of you. I can tell you that you didn't make the wrong choice! I will be the best man in the world. No man can compare to me!
"Anya…"
Jordan called out Park Anya's name, but she did not respond.
When he turned on the bedside lamp and realized that Park Anya had closed her eyes and seemed to be asleep.
"Uh, she fell asleep so quickly…"
Jordan thought that she had been listening.
At this moment, Jordan saw the necklace around Park Anya's neck through the light in the room. It was not an expensive necklace made from precious jewels, but an ancient-looking tribal necklace.
