Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 4: I'm Back

Wall Street, USA.

On this precious stretch of land dominated by magnificent skyscrapers that rise majestically, sunlight was pouring onto the glass buildings, casting a cold glow. A man pushed open the door of an apartment, carrying a stack of documents, and just as the sound of water could be heard from the bathroom, the bathroom door swung open, and a seductive figure emerged. Her long, beautiful legs peeked through her bathrobe, enticingly visible yet hidden.

"Here." The woman glanced at the newcomer, nonchalantly playing with her long hair. She comfortably settled into a soft sofa, elegantly lifting a glass of wine that had been waiting. Her nails matched the red of the wine in her glass. The man stole a glance at her, cursing under his breath before quickly averting his gaze.

Fresh from her shower, her cheeks still flushed, she wore her bathrobe with the neckline daringly open, her full breasts almost spilling out. "Put on some clothes, then sign these," the man said, tossing the documents onto a table.

red lips

Mr. Alvarez. I believe quite a lot of people have been waiting for such good news from you and Miss Simmons..." The reporter's voice fades into the background as the woman sipped her wine, a slight bitterness emerging in her mouth. "Aurora, are you alright?" The man beside her asked anxiously. Though she had decided

Asher knew very well that almost anything could be negotiated, except this. She had been planning meticulously for three years for this

their attempts on my life? I'll

"Yes,"

her face losing its allure and becoming serious. "Asher, I'm leaving the company in your hands. You know it took me three years to get here, and I trust no one

speak in such a tone, and Asher's expression was unusually solemn. "I understand. Go

you," she whispered