Chapter 1: Sold (1)

Fengyun Group, President's Office.

The assistant cautiously looked at the tall figure standing by the window and hesitantly reminded him, "Boss, the arrangement for the young madam has been made. You…"

The man by the window slowly turned around.

His flawless, handsome face was shrouded in an icy chill.

He lifted his eyes, his cold and sharp gaze casually sweeping over the assistant.

The assistant shuddered, lowering his head instantly, not daring to meet the president's gaze.

In the vast and luxurious office, an oppressive silence filled the air.

It wasn't until the assistant's legs were almost giving out that Lee Noah finally spoke.

His voice, cold and biting, seemed to emerge from between clenched teeth.

"Go back and tell the young madam that I will comply with her wishes, but… I am very angry."

"Understood!"

The assistant replied respectfully, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.

Hurriedly retreating, the assistant left the room.

Lee Noah's tall, imposing figure carried a frosty aura as he stepped into the adjoining lounge.

The room was pitch-black, with only the faint outline of a white bed barely visible.

On the bed, there was a lump under the covers.

He knew this was the "gift" his wife had prepared for him.

A wave of irritation surged in Lee Noah's chest.

He didn't bother to turn on the lights and strode to the bedside, roughly pinching the figure under the blanket.

"Mm…" A soft, delicate moan escaped from the woman.

The sound was crisp and youthful—not the sultry allure of a lounge hostess, yet it stirred something primal in Lee Noah against his will.

"Damn it!"

He cursed under his breath, sitting on the edge of the bed. Pulling out a cigarette, he lit it and began to smoke.

By the time he had finished the cigarette, the restless agitation in his body had gradually subsided.

Lee Noah stood up abruptly, stomping out the cigarette butt under his foot, and prepared to leave.