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?"

you will ever want! Darling, I'm really sorry

hard time finding a job in the city, but it will be better soon, I promise. Things will get better,

how would you do that?",

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

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 the static of his old Nokia, her message was

help! Thief, thief!

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

"Go away! Right now!"

his brow, turned the handles and accelerated. In shock, every person on the sidewalk squeezed themselves up to the wall as the motorcycle

infuriated Peter. As 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 a strong forceful kick as

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 man, calmly picked up the

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

managed to say when she realized that he was talking to her. She was still stunned from the events that just happened. Peter inspected the lady for

my pleasure." Peter turned to leave. The lady looked 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 to think about her.' "Wait a second!" Peter felt a hand grasp his

What's your name? I… just want to thank you for your help," she

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,

need to take me out for lunch. Thanks for the offer, though.

about his very recent breakup. Less than

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 her bright almond eyes. She had men falling at her feet and any of them would have accepted her lunch invite in a

he just refused her without