Elena’s POV

An hour later, just as I stepped into the studio, before I could even put my bag down, a colleague leaned over and whispered,

“Elena, President Xue is looking for you.”

My heart skipped slightly.

I didn’t delay. I turned around immediately and headed for President Xue’s office, knocking lightly before pushing the door open.

Inside, President Xue was seated across from a client, smiling warmly, his posture relaxed yet attentive. The atmosphere looked ...