Chapter 16: Starry Skies at His Wrist, the Supreme Aura of a Man Above the Rest!

The next morning. Outside the Shangri-La Hotel. The early-autumn sunlight struck the hotel's enormous glass revolving doors, scattering a dazzling halo across the entrance. Autumn Yale stood on the steps in a beautifully tailored light-gray business suit. The hem stopped three centimeters above her knees, giving her a sharp, capable look without sacrificing her femininity. She held two brand-new document folders in her hands. She was waiting for River Lyson. A deep, savage engine roar tore through...