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?"

ever want! Darling, I'm

will be better soon, I promise. Things

you do that?", the

a BMW car? Will you ever get to buy me a Louis Vuitton handbag? Ferragamo shoes? Chanel suits? Ha! You can't even afford to buy me

Goodbye, Peter," she said as she hung up. Peter held his hand-phone

Somebody, help! Thief, thief!

as her high-heeled shoes would take her. A man with

"Go away! Right now!"

shouted to the onlookers as he jumped onto his vehicle. As soon as he did, he 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 involved in robberies nowadays. Nobody wants to get hurt. The lady in a suit watched the

motorcycle approached, he planted his feet firmly on the ground, pulled his left leg back, and with all his might, flung it into the raging vehicle in

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 they screamed. Peter, indifferent to

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

she 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 before diverting

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

I… just want to thank you for your

have lunch 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,

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

away gently as he refused her invitation. He was still thinking about his very recent breakup. Less than an hour

a sight to behold. She had light skin and brown hair that emphasized her bright

he just