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,

city, but it will be better soon, I promise. Things will

would you do

to buy me a Louis Vuitton handbag? Ferragamo shoes? Chanel suits? Ha! You can't even afford to buy me a-hundred-square-meter house, for Christ's

with this anymore. Goodbye, Peter," she said as she hung up. Peter held his hand-phone tightly, dumbfounded. Despite her muffled voice

help! Thief, thief!

uniform was screaming in panic and desperation, running as fast as her high-heeled

"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

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 soon as

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 they screamed. Peter, indifferent to the commotion, walked to the side of the man,

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

was talking to her. She was still stunned from the events that just happened. Peter inspected

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

want to thank you

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, but he's not bad-looking

trouble at all. You don't need to take me out for lunch. Thanks

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

lunch invite. Elaine stood perplexed at his immediate refusal. For most people, Elaine is a sight to behold. She had light

he just refused