Elena’s POV

The private dining room was warm with soft lighting and the muted fragrance of wine, tea, and expensive cologne. President Li had already introduced me three times, yet he seemed determined to do it again, his tone growing more pleased with each repetition.

“This is Miss Elena Kensington,” he said, gesturing toward me with undisguised admiration. “Young, composed, and exceptionally capable. The Shancheng matter could have turned into a public disaster, but she handled it ...