FANG subtly looked around her when she saw a handbag in the backseat of the car. Slowly, she slid her body inside.
There was no one nearby in the almost deserted streets.
She came from a meeting. A while ago was the scheduled quarterly meeting with the shareholders of the Purity Realty.
Although she did not want to see Akiku again, she had to be in her presence. That woman still held the twenty-five percent of the company and she refused to give it up voluntarily.
She finished the meeting in fifteen minutes. She left the conference room immediately to avoid not just Akiku but also Solana. She knew that the hybrid wanted to buy more shares.
Her eyes went back to the bag. It was the shade of her favorite color. Red.
For Chinese people, red signifies a lot of things. Fang held on for l
