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?"

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

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

would you do that?", the

buy me a Louis

she said as she hung up. Peter held his hand-phone tightly, dumbfounded. Despite her muffled voice from the static

Help! Somebody, help! Thief, thief! That thief

panic and desperation, running as fast as her high-heeled shoes would take her. A man with

"Go away! Right now!"

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

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

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."

was still stunned from the events

it's 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 elbow from

name? 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,

to take me out for

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

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

just refused her