Her long, dark green curls were damp, her rose-pink lips drained of color, her eyes closed. Still dripping with seawater, her body hadn't yet dried.
Bryan carried her step by step, each footfall soaking the expensive carpet just a bit more.
At last, he reached the end of the tenth level—a lavishly appointed lounge.
"Boss, I rescued a woman from the sea, and I've brought her here to present to you," Bryan said, cradling Xenia as he sank to one knee, his words imbued with devotion.
The moment his words ended, the tall, elegant man before him turned around.
The cries of seagulls echoed outside.
His face was captivatingly handsome, carrying a dangerous charm that left a deep impression.
His eyes, like deep blue sapphires, were mesmerizing.
This man was the sole master all the top-tier
