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

finding a job in the city, but it will be better soon, I promise. Things will get better, and when they

how would you do that?", the girl

a Louis Vuitton handbag? Ferragamo shoes? Chanel suits?

need to say anything, Peter. I'm tired. I can't deal with this anymore. Goodbye, Peter," she said as she hung up. Peter held his hand-phone tightly, dumbfounded. Despite her muffled voice from

Help! Somebody, help! Thief, thief! That

heard someone scream from the other end of 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 dark sunglasses holding a Louis Vuitton handbag was fleeing from the scene towards a

"Go away! Right now!"

crunched his brow, turned the handles and accelerated. In shock, every person on the sidewalk squeezed themselves up to the wall as the motorcycle zoomed past them. Nobody dared block its way. It's risky to be

firmly on the ground, pulled his left leg back, and with all his might, flung it

couldn't believe what happened! His motorcycle tumbled sharply and it went spinning on the pavement. The impact threw him to the further end of the road and forced him to drop the stolen bag to the ground. "Ahhhhh!" The pedestrians held their

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

She was still

jewelry. 'We come from

your name? I… just want to thank you for

together?" She looked at him as she awaited his response. Peter is at his mid-20's, standing 180 cm tall. His face has well-defined angles on his forehead, cheeks, and jawline. He's not the type that you would notice in a crowd,

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

about his very recent breakup. Less than an hour ago, the love of his life walked away

is a sight to behold. She had light skin and brown hair that emphasized her bright almond eyes. She had men falling at her feet and any of them would have accepted her lunch

Peter, he just refused her