How is it like to be in hell? She could still rise like a phoenix from the ashes.
Jiang Muwan paced neither too hurriedly nor too slowly, her seven-inch high heels clacking against the floor beneath her.
She had no desire to leave Huazhong in haste.
Would she make it easy for the old man who would have strangled her on the spot for being a disloyal woman to the Jiang Family?
Wishful thinking.
He would let this person know, you may dislike me, but that doesn't mean you can deal with me.
Jiang Muwan stood in front of the elevator, and the people who were originally waiting there slowly moved aside when they saw her, as if everyone knew about the recent argument between the chairman and the vice president and they didn't dare get too close and touch bad luck, subtly shifting aside in unison.
The glossy elevator doors reflected a faint smile on her lips, still exuding that aloof arrogance and a despising air for everyone around her.
