C10 That Man Was Actually Ninth Master!
The news that the Ninth Master was coming to visit was a huge deal for everyone at this small company. Shen Geyao, who had been with the company since she was sixteen, was now eighteen and considered a veteran employee. Although she was only working part-time and not officially on staff, this was the first time she had seen such a big event.
To welcome this rare and distinguished guest, the company’s owner, general manager, department managers, and all notable employees were mobilized. The entire company was practically lined up in a long queue stretching to the front entrance. Shen Geyao, acting as a greeter, had been standing at the door for over two hours.
The Ninth Master had mentioned he would visit but didn’t specify when, so everyone had been lined up and waiting since before eight in the morning. Just after ten, a sleek yet undeniably luxurious supercar pulled up at the company entrance. It was a Lamborghini Reventón.
Many car enthusiasts present gasped at the sight of this car, which they had only seen in magazines and on TV. “This car is one of only twenty in the world, and we have one right here in our city?” someone whispered.
Another voice quickly chimed in, “I heard our country only got four of these, with two kept under wraps. I can’t believe the Ninth Master managed to get one!”
Securing this limited edition Lamborghini supercar goes beyond mere wealth; it requires significant power and connections. Without a certain level of influence, acquiring this car is simply out of reach. Owning such a luxury vehicle instantly marks the owner as one of the most elite individuals, not just in the city but nationwide.
At this moment, every man's eyes were eagerly fixed on the car as it slowly drove through the gates. Meanwhile, the women were captivated by the handsome man stepping out, as if under a spell, unable to look away.
This man exuded a blend of charisma and elegance, his unique and noble aura enough to make every woman present swoon. Dressed in a sleek black suit, as deep and mysterious as the night sky, it accentuated his striking features.
His flawless face seemed like the perfect creation of a divine hand—strong, cool, and dignified. Standing over six feet tall, with an undeniable air of authority, he commanded the scene like a king of the world from the moment he appeared.
Anyone walking beside him would willingly play a supporting role, even if it meant being just a backdrop.
"Yao, help me, I-I can barely stand..." The person next to Shen Geyao, face flushed and looking short of breath, nearly collapsed to the ground.
Wow! Absolutely stunning!
In all her life, she had never seen a man so breathtakingly handsome!
Her mind seemed to freeze, unable to find words to describe his allure.
Glancing around at her female colleagues, from eighteen to eighty, every single one was captivated, their eyes wide with admiration.
Shen Geyao felt the same way. Ever since she saw him step out of the car, her breath had been uneven.
But it wasn't just his looks and charm that affected her. Oh my God! It was him! The man from last night.
The one who had almost claimed her, pinning her to the bed with an overwhelming presence!
She could never forget his striking appearance, like a modern-day Adonis, and that tall, impressive physique she accidentally saw in full!
Why did it have to be him?
Is fate playing a cruel joke on me?
This man was none other than the idol Shen Geyao had admired for so long, the influential Ninth Master Liang of Jianghai City!
And he was the same man who had almost taken her last night!
“He’s... he’s coming over here!” Her colleague’s legs nearly gave out, almost collapsing to the ground.
Shen Geyao’s heart tightened, her gaze darting around, wishing she could disappear. But those deep, starry eyes kept growing larger in her vision.
Shen Geyao's palms were sweaty with anxiety, and just as she thought about making a run for it, she realized it was too late. Those eyes, like black holes capable of swallowing any gaze, were now steadily closing in on her.
