Chapter 50 Han Li POV
The boardroom is silent, save for the droning of a quarterly performance presentation being delivered by a trembling executive. Numbers. Percentages. Projections. It's all very impressive, I'm sure. To someone who cares.
I don't.
Instead, I lean back in my chair, legs crossed, chin propped on one hand, eyes half-lidded. My thoughts drift—not to the company's stock price, not to the expansion proposal being pushed across the table—but to her.
Jiang Yuxi.
There's something dangerous about the way I think of her now. Something indulgent. Like I'm staring at the edge of a knife and choosing not to look away.
I've always been composed. Sharp. In control. Yet with her, it's different. Every calculated move I make unravels just a little the second she smiles.
And that's a problem.
A very dangerous problem.
There's a faint sound—low, mechanical—like static buzzing at the edges of my hearing. I know what it is before it finishes building.
