Ling Momo stood at the door, taking deep breaths to calm herself. It took all her effort to quell her unease. Just as she stepped into the suite, she heard a soft "click" of the door closing behind her, which sent another shiver down her spine, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
The suite was very quiet, illuminated only by a dim light. The first time she came, the room was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything. This time, however, she could clearly observe the room's lavish and opulent decor, like something out of a golden palace.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window stood a man, tall and slender, dressed in a simple white shirt, exuding an air of elegance and nobility.
Before him lay the enchanting night scene of X City: high-rise buildings, castles, small bridges over flowing water, and countless colorful lights intertwining in a dazzling display, a vibrant tapestry of light.
With just a glance, Ling Momo felt her heart tremble, instinctively lowering her head and thinking to herself, What kind of man is this, whose silhouette alone can overshadow the most enchanting night scene of X City?
"Enson," Ling Momo said respectfully as she approached within five meters of the man, "hello!"
The man continued to stand with his back to Ling Momo, without turning around.
It was so quiet in the room that their breathing sounded unusually clear.
Ling Momo stood there with her head bowed for a long time, noticing that the man did not acknowledge her. Uneasiness surged in her heart, prompting her to secretly lift her eyes again to glance at the man, and she gathered the courage to introduce herself, "My name is Ling Momo."
Upon hearing the name, the man's fingers, which were holding a teacup, trembled slightly, causing some liquid to spill onto his fair fingertips, scalding hot.
In the bathroom, when she boldly stepped onto his chest and spoke, he had realized she was Ling Momo.
Yet, at the moment of hearing her utter the name herself, a wave of bewilderment still washed over him.
However, this time, the man quickly regained his composure, still not turning around, "Does Miss Ling bring weapons wherever she goes?"
Ling Momo studied music, constantly surrounded by various high-quality voices, but this man's voice was... rarely this pleasant to hear.
Yet the meaning behind his words couldn't have been more obvious, sarcastically referencing her striking him with a high heel.
Indeed, the CEO of SE Music Entertainment, Enson, sought her out for revenge!
A layer of cold sweat instantly covered Ling Momo's back. With just one sentence, Enson could take everything away from her; let alone right now, she was in dire straits. She had intended to save herself through unconventional means, only to find she had pushed herself further into a corner!
Ling Momo's body instinctively trembled, her eyes darting around, thinking that perhaps things hadn't reached an irreparable stage. At least he hadn't directly crushed her, at least he was standing here speaking to her.
Suddenly, Ling Momo twisted her fingers, quietly explaining, "Enson, I didn't mean to. When you grabbed my hair, I thought I was dying, so I fought back."
"Purpose," the man uttered two words succinctly, interrupting Ling Momo.
Ling Momo was taken aback, immediately shaking her head to clarify, "I have no purpose. I didn't take a voice recorder or a spy camera. I promise nothing from that incident will leak out..." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel※fire.net
Although she did indeed have a purpose, preserving her life was the priority now. As long as he didn't pursue the matter of her hitting him with a high heel, she would be extremely grateful!