Play Dumb

I stumbled back, keeping my eyes on the man before me. In the dimly lit corridor, he resembled a feral beast—a predator, a second from devouring its prey. I closed my eyes and opened them again, forcing myself to shove the fear away. The tall Asian in front of me resembled one of those main leads in Chinese romance dramas. His black suit alluringly complimented his well-built body. His short, black hair was ideally styled, and every angle of his face seemed perfect. And if he hadn't been so insanely intimidating, I would have called him stunning.

“Who are you? How did you get here?” His full lips formed a faint, nearly pleasant smile. His tone was soft, coaxing, but I didn't miss the deadly, sharp edge an inch beneath the surface.

I sucked in a ragged breath and painted a nervous smile. Play dumb, my instincts told me. I listened. “I-I am Mr. Yan's guest. I didn't know I wasn't allowed here. I still suffer from jetlag. I couldn't sleep, so I walked out of the room and just walked and