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?"

promise! I'll buy you the biggest house you will ever want!

will be better soon, I promise. Things will get better, and when they

how would you do that?", the

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

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 the static of his old Nokia, her message was clear as

help! Thief, thief! That thief

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

"Go away! Right now!"

the sidewalk squeezed themselves up to the wall as the motorcycle zoomed past them. Nobody dared block its way. It's risky to be involved in robberies nowadays. Nobody wants to get hurt. The lady in a suit watched the

with all

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 hands to their mouths as

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

realized that he was talking to her. She was still stunned from the events that just happened. Peter inspected the lady for half a second

like a corporate professional. He imagined her in her air-conditioned office and exquisite jewelry. 'We come from two different worlds, ' he thought. 'It's useless

want to thank you for your help,"

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

don't need to take me

about his very recent breakup. Less than an hour ago,

was such a bad time to accept a lunch invite. Elaine stood perplexed at his immediate refusal. For most people, Elaine is a sight to behold. She had light skin and brown hair that emphasized

he just