Shen Jing realized she was going the wrong way. The elevator here was reserved exclusively for politicians, accessed via a special passageway protected by three security doors and stringent security measures.
She had unwittingly stumbled into an unfamiliar area, even encountering security guards armed with submachine guns. One guard's gaze flickered, as if he recognized something about her, and he earnestly suggested she turn back, explaining that the other elevators were further down.
Fine.
She turned, only to collide unexpectedly with a cold, hard body that felt like a wall. Her face pressed against the thick, textured fabric of a black suit, her vision completely obscured by a looming shadow.
Her petite frame was utterly trapped, a storm of emotions rendering her speechless.
The man simply stared down at her, his expression detached. "In a hurry to see your lover?"
She rubbed her forehead, avoiding his gaze. "So what if I am?"
