My beautiful boss

Peter Wang felt sad and dejected as he walked out of the Human Resources office.

He found it so difficult to accept the result. From where he came, he was feared by all the gangs.

They even called him "Mighty Soldier King". Here in the city, he couldn't even find a decent job because he lacked a college degree. Suddenly, his phone rang. Peter noticed and picked it up immediately

. "Peter," said the voice from the other line. It was his girlfriend.?

"It's over. I'm breaking up with you."

"You've been gone for so long. I need a boyfriend, not a phone pal."

"Darling, please—" Peter tried to get her back.

"I know I've been gone, but I'm back now. I'll always be with you now."

"Oh yeah? Well, what can you give me?"

"A dishwasher working abroad earns much more money than you."

"What exactly can you give me, huh?" she challenged,

"Do you even have savings after working all these years? Have you found a single stable job since you got back? Will you be able to give me the things I want?"

I'll buy you the biggest house you will ever want! Darling, I'm

but it will

how would you do

you ever get to buy me a BMW car? Will you ever get to buy me a Louis Vuitton handbag? Ferragamo

she hung up. Peter held his hand-phone tightly, dumbfounded. Despite her muffled voice from the static of his old Nokia, her message was clear

thief! That thief

the street. A lady in uniform was screaming in panic and desperation, running as fast as her high-heeled shoes would take her. A man with

"Go away! Right now!"

squeezed themselves up to the wall as the motorcycle zoomed past them. Nobody dared block its way. It's risky

and with all his might, flung it

and forced him to drop the stolen bag to the ground. "Ahhhhh!" The pedestrians held their hands to their mouths as they screamed. Peter, indifferent to the commotion, walked to the side of the

"Here's your bag, ma'am."

that he was talking to her. She was still stunned from

exquisite jewelry. 'We come from two different worlds, ' he thought. 'It's useless to think about her.' "Wait a second!" Peter felt a hand grasp

name? I… just want to

awaited his response. Peter is at his mid-20's, standing 180 cm tall. His face has

welcome, really. It's no trouble at all. You don't need to take me out for lunch. Thanks

as he refused her invitation. He was still thinking about his very recent breakup. Less than an hour ago, the love of his life walked away from him.

a sight to behold. She had light skin

just refused her without