A few days ago, standing in the presidential suite on the fifty-eighth floor of Bafang International Hotel, Chu Mo looked out at a view sparkling with brilliant lights and a constellation of stars.
But now, standing on the observation deck at the top of Seasons Pavilion, due to its closer proximity to The Bund, he could clearly see the surging crowds on The Bund, as well as the long lines of traffic jams on the distant streets. At this moment, Chu Mo felt an ambitious desire to have the entire city under his feet.
Sun Shangwu had already sent Lu Benqiang away, leaving only Chu Mo and Tao Yun to admire the nightscape before them.
The girl in the ecru evening gown clung tightly to his shoulder, and Chu Mo could clearly feel her gradual surrender.
It wasn't so much his personal charm that was irresistible; it was more a combination of various factors.
