After disembarking from the yacht, a stretch Lincoln sedan stopped steadily in front of him.
The driver quickly got out and opened the car door for him.
Yan Ting settled into the car, his commanding and regal presence instantly rendering Banxia speechless.
To her, the languidly king-like Yan Ting at this moment was someone far beyond her reach to negotiate with.
In his presence, she felt a surge of self-doubt.
She realized she might have been overthinking it—harsh reality always seemed to favor delivering a crushing blow.
"Why are you standing there dumbly? Get in already. Didn't you want to have a proper discussion with me?"
Just as Banxia was deliberating whether to step back and avoid being in his way, she heard the man's deep, magnetic voice ring out.
Banxia raised her eyes in a panic, meeting his deep, brooding gaze. Her heart skipped a beat in an instant.
This man's features were sharp and striking, mature yet filled with undeniable male allure.
