C98 If you won't let me marry i will!

In the President's Suite No. 088 of the Windham Hotel, two freakishly talented people were sitting face to face on a leather sofa. They were well-dressed and had a very respectable face.

The young CEO was elegant to the point of indifference, the mature lawyer had a natural nobility.

Jiang Zihan's lips curled gracefully, but it carried a cold intent