Martin was enveloped with an overwhelming sense of fear, the likes of which he had never experienced before.Witnessing such inhumane torture at the hands of Chairman Feng, he now knew better than to ever cross paths with them.The scenes of brutality and mutilation, especially towards Huifen, and her lover, were etched in his mind, haunting him even as he tried to compose himself.He looks on Alfred Lui as he goes on crawling to the Chairman, and kissed his bloodied shoes. Blood from his wife and her lover."Master, please, forgive me. I was greedy and weak. I never even did something to solve the mystery of my sister's death. I take the blame for my weakness. Please, Chairman, spare Adelle. She may not be my daughter, and has done meanness to Sarah, she is still young to suffer and die.""So, tell me, Alfred. All these years, you haven't learned what family means? He looks down at Alfred with disgust."Your sister sacrificed so much for you. She was enslaved, sold, raped and tortured
Two months later...After recuperation followed by her colorful graduation, Sarah moved to Feng Villa in Shanghai's billionaire village, as promised by her granduncle.It is a three-level mansion with all the high technology facility. It one of the very rare designs within the city.It's far larger than the Lui Estate now named as Ms. Daisy Lui Feng Estate, with Mira serving as the landlady and her assistant Peter. They are no longer servants, but the trusted managers of the estate.As for her friend Emily, she is always in touched with her, and they will be attending the same university with the help of his granduncle, of course.She has been training under Master Lui Wang, the head of the Feng and Xiang clans' security for five decades. Despite his age, his character and strength are still amazing in his mid 70s.After a month of training, she is ready to take her skills to the next level.They shifted their focus to intense marksmanship training, and Sarah's unwavering dedication a
In a quiet corner of the Feng mansion, everything was calm and peaceful. The air carried a sense of tranquility and devotion, as if time itself had slowed down.But suddenly, the rooftop, a normally serene spot for contemplation, became the stage for an unexpected event.Out of nowhere, a group of enormous-built men dressed in dark suits walked up on the rooftop, moving swiftly and purposefully. Their footsteps were silent against the cool tiles as they approached the edge.Without wasting a moment, they skillfully slipped through an open window, their intentions shrouded in mystery.Inside the study room, an atmosphere of scholarly focus prevailed. Two female-security and a personal servant were engrossed in their readings, together with their young Lady Master.The sudden intrusion jolted them out of their concentration, and their eyes met with startled unity.The servants exchanged worried whispers, their voices hushed but urgent. "Who are these intruders, and why did they come to
"Why don't you just ask Martin out?" Emily suggested to her friend Sarah as they trained together in kickboxing at the Feng mansion gym. They had been sparring partners for almost two months, and Emily had noticed that Sarah had lost a lot of weight during that time. Her dedication to a healthy diet was evident as she sweated through their intense workouts. Emily admired her friend's determination and couldn't help but feel inspired to follow a healthier lifestyle herself. Breathing heavily, Sarah took the flask of water from one of her assistants, "Thank you, Claire," she said gratefully. Claire, a diligent young woman who had been working at the mansion for several years, smiled back at her and offered a towel to wipe her face. "As you were saying, I don't think that's a great idea. He's like a brother to me. And I must tell you something, he is betrothed to the gorgeous Lady Catherine Shand," Sarah explained as she took a drink from the flask. Emily's eyes widened, and her mou
Mission: Finding a suitable Father Figure, preferably a prominent and eligible CEO in ShanghaiRole: 23-year-old Sarah Feng Smith, a charismatic and intelligent corporate wannabeTime Frame: Eight months-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Though only eighteen, she could easily pass for a smart and sophisticated corporate wannabe , her appearance carefully cultivated. A top student with an IQ of 180, she grasped new concepts with an effortless ease that made learning feel like a breeze. While her granduncle would have preferred a more conventional path for her, the legacy of the Xiang Empire demanded their involvement. This mission, a crucial step towards securing their future, was a necessary sacrifice.'You can do this, girl,' she whispered to her reflection in the compact mirror before stepping out of the car. The thought of losing her virginity to a man she barely knew, a man chosen for this mission, filled her wi
Sarah continued to excel in her role as Communication Specialist, but she couldn't ignore the whispers and gossip surrounding her.It was clear that Larah, even after her previous schemes were exposed, was determined to tarnish Sarah's reputation.One day, during a break in the office, Sarah overheard a group of colleagues engaged in hushed conversations. Their voices carried a mix of curiosity, judgment, and malicious intent."Did you hear about Sarah? They she's a single mother and has quite a reputation with men," a female officemate said to another."Really? That's surprising. She always seemed so composed and professional. I wonder how true these rumors are," the other replied.A male officemate chimed in, "I don't know all the details, but I heard she's had multiple failed relationships. It's no wonder she can't keep a man, given that she's raising a fatherless child."Sarah's heart sank as she listened to the false stories being spread about her. She felt the weight of the judg
Sarah's car screeched to a halt in the middle of the road, and she immediately saw that her rear tire had been purposely deflated.Before she could grab her tools for a spare tire, she noticed four sketchy dudes walking up to her, looking all menacing.They were carrying heavy clamps, a hammer, and a baseball bat, and their laughter gave her the creeps.Her voice shook with a mix of fear and defiance. "What do you want from me?" she demanded, her eyes darting between them.One of the guys smirked, loving the intimidation. "We're here to teach you a lesson, babe. You messed with the wrong crew."Just when Sarah was about to face their attack, she saw a fifth guy showing up, holding a bottle that looked like acid.Angry and frustrated, she muttered, "Larah, you backstabbing witch."The newcomer sneered as he spoke to Sarah."You should've known not to mess with us. You're gonna regret it big time."Sarah's eyes widened when she saw a tinted car pull up nearby, confirming her suspicion a
Sarah walks into the swanky Maxwell Club, her outfit was stunning – a classy, form-fitting dress revealing just the right amount of cleavage, showcasing her fashion sense.Her makeup skillfully accentuated her striking features, and like any other day, she deliberately placed her signature mole on her upper right lip, reminiscent of Cindy Crawford's iconic beauty mark.Ever since she began working, she had her hair dyed a rich chestnut hue, adding to her allure and giving her an air of foreign elegance. Her hair flowed gracefully down her back, adding to the overall magnetism of her appearance.With every confident step, her height of six feet, boosted by three-inch heels, turned heads, exuding a captivating presence.Inside the renowned Maxwell Lounge, Chairman William Xu couldn't help but be captivated by the lady who just came with her height and flawless mixture of Chinese and Caucasian beauty. She has encountered tall, mix-raced beautiful and accomplished women before, but she lo
The air in the opulent dining room hung heavy with the scent of expensive wine and the unspoken tension between father and son. Chairman Benjie Lao, his face etched with a mixture of age and power, surveyed the table.His son, Grayson, sat opposite him, his jaw clenched, eyes flashing with anger. Yet he remains calm and collected."Grayson, my boy," Benjie began, his voice deceptively smooth, "It's time you settle down. You're not getting any younger."Grayson scoffs in a low cynic voice, "Settle down? Papa, you ruined my life. If you hadn't interfered five years ago, I would have been married to Sarah. We would have a family, a home. Instead, you..." His voice trailed off, the pain of the past still raw."Circumstances changed, my son," Benjie explains, his tone hardening. "You know how things are. Business, obligations...""Obligations?" Grayson spat, "My obligations were to Sarah! And to Leo!"The name of his best friend, the man he considered a brother, sent a tremor of rage throu
Grayson stirred awake, the scent of jasmine and something faintly musky filling the air. He blinked open his eyes, adjusting to the morning light filtering through the sheer curtains. Two women, their bodies entwined with his, slept soundly beside him.He gently disentangled himself from their embrace, "Ladies," he murmurs, his voice low and gentle. "Time to wake up."The women stirred, their eyes fluttering open. They smiled sleepily at him, their lips brushing against his skin. One of them tries to hold his phallus but he stops her. And the other tried to kiss him but he evades."Good morning, please know the drill," Grayson says, a hint of irritation in his voice.He rings the intercom, and two female attendants came and gave robe to the ladies and led them to another room to wash and prepare themselves to go home.“Master, good morning,” Madame Hussein the eldest Arab-looking middle-aged woman vows down.“Ms. Hussein, I still want these ladies on call. Put them in the list, she in
CRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG... CRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG... CRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG...The incessant calls startled Cynthia from her afternoon nap on the villa's open balcony overlooking the beauty of the vast ocean. Groaning, she reached for her phone and fumbles."Hello?" she mumbles, her voice thick with sleep."Madam," a familiar voice boomed from the other end of the line. "I have some… surprising news."Cynthia sat up, instantly alert. "Mr. Chung? What is it?""Sarah… she's throwing a gala," Mr. Chung announces, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and apprehension. "A grand affair. And… and she's hired Valentino to design the gowns and tuxedos."Cynthia feels a jolt of disbelief. "Valentino? Are you serious?""Absolutely," Mr. Chung confirms. "Apparently, no expense is being spared."A wave of unease washes over Cynthia. "This… this doesn't feel right," she says slowly. "It's too extravagant, too… flashy.""I agree," Mr. Chung admits. "It's… unprecedented. But Sarah, she always was one for grand gest
When Sarah left the ground floor hall, she instructed Vice President Chen to announce the good news to the employees and board of directors.The room buzzed with excitement as Mr. Chen, stepped onto the stage. All eyes were on him as he adjusted the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen," he begins, his voice booming across the auditorium, "I have a very special announcement!"A ripple of anticipation passed through the crowd."To celebrate the remarkable achievements of our company, and to foster camaraderie and strengthen our bonds, we will be hosting a grand gala ball next Saturday evening!"The announcement was met with a wave of excited murmurs."And to ensure everyone shines," Mr. Chen continues with a smile, "the company will be providing a generous allowance of five thousand dollars to each employee for their attire. Feel free to indulge in the finest gowns, the most elegant suits, and the most dazzling jewelry!"The room erupted in cheers and applause."We've invited dignitaries f
The next morning, Sarah addressed the entire company in a powerful and moving speech. She stands before them, her posture like a queen, her voice clear and strong. Cynthia and Arlene weren't there. She was told they are in vacation at Grayson's private resort in California."Smart bitches," she tells herself but shrugs the thought of them."I know there are doubts," she says, her voice loud through the company auditorium, cutting through the whispers and the innuendo."I know there are those who question my reputation and integrity. I know they are trying to undermine me, to sow seeds of discord. But I will not let fear dictate my actions. I will not allow negativity to define my legacy. As they say, when someone thrives, knives are everywhere."Everyone applauded her for her humility, because this is the first time that a Xiang family member, talks to them so casually. Especially so she is their CEO.Sarah raises her left hand, silencing the hall. "I’m overwhelmed with your concerns,"
The article lay crumpled in Sarah's hands, the ink blurring with the tears that streamed down her face. "Sinner or Saint? CEO Intellectual Bores Twins from Billionaire Italian Count." The headline, a venomous concoction of lies and innuendo, mocked her from the page.This wasn't just a smear campaign; it was a calculated assault on her character, an attempt to destroy her reputation, to strip her of her dignity. A chilling realization dawned on her. This wasn't just random gossip. This was deliberate. This was orchestrated.The pieces began to fall into place. The anonymous phone calls, the "concerned" employees, the subtle undermining at every turn. It wasn't just the media; it was her own family.Cynthia. Arlene. Fiona. Lorie. They won't really stop! But she needs evidence and names of owners of those online blogs and magazines who printed false news about her. The realization hit her like a physical blow. How could they? How could her own family, the people who were supposed to su
The news of Sarah Xiang's arrival sent shockwaves through the Xiang Empire headquarters. Whispers rippled down the corridors faster than any company memo."Did you hear? Madam Sarah Xiang is back!""Back? After all these years?""She's here in the building right now, apparently."A group of young executives huddled near the coffee machine, their faces a mixture of awe and apprehension."I heard she's even more stunning in person," one of them whispered, her eyes wide. "Like a movie star.""She's not just beautiful," another chimed in. "She's a legend. They say she runs her own investment firm in London and amassed billions in her European companies, it's incredibly successful.""Imagine working directly under her," another executive sighed dreamily. "She's so powerful, so influential."But the excitement was quickly tempered by a wave of unease."I heard she's ruthless," one of them whispered, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. "They say she doesn't tolerate incompetence.""And those
A hush fell over the usually bustling space as a sleek, black limousine glided to a stop before the entrance. Heads turned, eyes widening as the tinted windows rolled down. Stepping out was a vision of effortless elegance: Madam Chairman Sarah Feng Xiang Smith.Gone was the young woman who had left Shanghai five years ago, a student seeking knowledge and independence. In her place stood a woman who exuded power and confidence, her every move radiating an aura of quiet authority.A small gasp escaped the lips of a young receptionist, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Oh my god," she whispered to her colleague, "Is that… is that Madam Chairman?"Her colleague, a seasoned veteran of the Xiang Empire, nodded, his eyes fixed on the arriving heiress. "The one and only and the most beautiful," he replied, his voice hushed with a mixture of awe and apprehension. "Madam Chairman Sarah Xiang, it's an honor see you."She smiled and walked like a queen. She came without notice and prefers it that w
After Five yearsShanghai Hongqiao International AirportJanuary 2025--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Mommy, look!" Henry exclaims while pointing towards a display of miniature airplanes.Sarah smiled. Her attention drawn away from the admiring glances she was receiving."That's incredible, isn't it?" she says, bending down to his level. "Let's go take a closer look."Sarah stepped off the private jet and onto the plush carpet of the first-class lounge, the low hum of activity from the airport seemed to fade around her. The years had been kind to her, sculpting her into a vision of understated elegance.The years had been kind to her, sculpting her into a vision of understated elegance. She no longer carried the look of a young woman searching for her place in the world; instead, she exuded an air of quiet confidence and refined maturity.Her once girlish features had softened, giving way to a face that held a ti