Yu Jia sat in the back of her car, her jaw clenched tightly as the city lights blurred past the window. Her anger was a storm brewing beneath her composed exterior, and her desperation was pushing her to the brink.
Lixue's defiance was unacceptable—she needed to regain control, no matter the cost.
Her fingers tapped anxiously on the leather seat as she thought about the man she'd just called. He was dangerous, manipulative, and demanded payment in the form of favors she absolutely loathed to give.
But she didn't have many options. Lixue's marriage to Mo Ran had complicated everything, and she needed someone who could match that level of power and influence.
The car pulled up to the Continental Hotel, a lavish building glowing with golden lights. Yu Jia's stomach churned as she stepped out, adjusting her dress and throwing on a mask. Inside, the lobby was bustling with wealthy guests.
