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"Please... please... spare me. I am the Princess Wushuang of the Great Yan Kingdom. I truly am a princess. Please, do not torment me," she cried, tears falling like rain as she begged, hoping that this man still had a shred of conscience to let her, the princess of a fallen kingdom, go.
Her pitiful appearance was exactly what Rafas loved to see. He had watched her from afar at the club last night, and while they did share some resemblance, seeing the woman up close, he couldn't help but acknowledge that her beauty was exquisitely crafted, irresistible to any man.
The fragrance emanating from her was addictive, like a drug, compelling him to demand her again and again without fatigue.
He lifted her petite body as if she were a marionette with cut strings; no matter how much she struggled or resisted, it had no effect on him.
After a night of entanglement, he still relentlessly sought her out.
"Beast! I curse you to never die a good death..." Yan Wushuang weakly muttered as he held her aloft, her tear-streaked face resting against his strong shoulder, whispering her curses into his ear.
Rafas paid no heed to her words. There were countless people wishing for his demise; he didn't mind adding one more to the list. She was too stubborn; perhaps keeping her around to warm his bed was a good choice.
However, no matter how he teased her, the woman in his arms remained unresponsive, like a dead fish or a puppet doll, merely allowing him to manipulate her.
Even so, Rafas refused to let her go. He carried her back to the large bed and continued their unfinished business until he finally left her, disappearing from her sight.
In Las Vegas stood the iconic Monica Tower, the headquarters of the Monica Group, ranked among the top ten globally. Although Monica Corporation had significant business in New York, its spokesperson preferred to have the headquarters located in this city known as Hell City.
In the President's Office sat a man wearing a Silver Mask, meticulously reviewing each document in his hands. Indeed, he was Rafas. After leaving the castle at noon, he headed straight for the company. Despite a night of physical exertion, there was not a hint of fatigue on his face. Beneath the silver mask were several scarred lines that rarely appeared in public. When he lifted his head, one could see an incredibly charming man; although he wore a Silver Mask, the perfect curve revealed on one side and those enchanting Peach Blossom Eyes were enough to drive any woman mad for him.
"President, these documents are urgent items sent over from New York this morning. However, since you did not appear this morning, they could only be delivered now!" His assistant, who had followed him for three years, cautiously handed him the documents. Seeing his expression today seemed quite good; could it be related to his late arrival?
"Go out!" That kid really guessed it right. He was indeed in a good mood today, perhaps because he felt a sense of release, or maybe for some other reason. In any case, he didn't want to hear any bad news today.
In the spacious office of the CEO, he was the only one present. The decor of the office adhered to his usual style, with bulletproof glass all around, a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and an imposing decor. The facilities inside were complete; the front part was a luxurious office, while the back part was his private space.
Aside from the cleaner, no one else had ever entered this place. Whenever he furrowed his brow, he would come here to calm himself down. It was like a hotel suite inside, complete with everything including a sauna and steam room that he had ordered to be fully equipped!
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