Watching Ye Ling stride away triumphantly, Liu Jie wished he could immediately mobilize all his connections to kill that damn bastard who had dared to slap him in the face.
Yes, only by killing him would he be able to quell the rage in his heart, otherwise, Liu Jie simply couldn't vent the fury within him.
"Young Master Liu, the car that guy got into seems to be owned by the president of Huamei, Shen Yuexin," Liu Jie's sycophantic lackey whispered, still looking in the direction the car had gone.
Liu Jie was startled. Shen Yuexin?
The genius heralded by the business community as a once-in-a-millennium talent, the woman even his own father couldn't stop praising?
"Perhaps that bastard deserved to die not because of the demolition, but because of Shen Yuexin!" Liu Jie twisted his neck and sneered viciously.
Shen Yuexin, the object of Liu Jie's pursuit all this time, and the slightly perverse side of Liu Jie would never allow anyone to get close to the goddess of his heart.
