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 the biggest house you will ever want!

will be better soon, I promise. Things will get

do that?", the

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

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

Thief, thief!

fast as her high-heeled shoes would take her. A man with dark sunglasses holding a Louis Vuitton

"Go away! Right now!"

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

As the motorcycle approached, he planted his feet firmly on the ground, pulled his left leg back, and with all his

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

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

he was talking to her. She was still

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

want to thank you for your

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

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

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

light skin and brown hair that emphasized her bright almond eyes. She had men falling at her feet and

he just refused her