Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  Would she be threatened?

  The further she thought of it, the more fearful she became. A frightening chill climbed from her toes all the way to her head.

  Her face paled in an instant and her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

  Her hands shook so much she dropped the documents to the floor.

  Her chest undulated nonstop; apparently, she was still in shock.

  Struggling to take control of her emotions, she slowly crouched to pick up the scattered sheets of paper.

  Behind her suddenly came the deep voice of a man.

  “Shocked at the sight of these documents?”


  The abrupt voice was deep and low, yet it fell on her ears like a thunderclap in this quiet room. She yelped in surprise and swiftly pivoted to look in the direction of the voice with wide eyes.

  From a corner of the meeting room, she saw a man in a Tang suit

  slowly make his way to her.

  The face, buried in the shadows, was exposed under the room’s bright lights.

  Each step of the man to her made her breath stifle in alarm. Her fear gradually receded. In its place was wariness of the man.

  Standing in front of her was an unfamiliar, forty-something man. Expensive fabric clothed his extraordinary stature. With his aristocratic aura, he was effortlessly elegant. One could tell at a glance that he was a wealthy and respectable person.

  The man’s footsteps halted. She trembled in trepidation as her guarded vision landed on his face. Although the man was nearing old age, she could still see traces of his past handsome features.

  The sharp features and handsome profile were alike Mu Sheng’s to some degree. She found his face to be somewhat familiar but could not recall it right now. Just where exactly had she seen this man?

  She had a feeling that he was someone known to her, but she could not really identify the man. She tried hard to recall, but it was to no avail.

  Seeing the doubts written on her face, the middle-aged man laughed.

  That laughter had the spirit of an elderly man with a high position. He looked straight at her, opened his mouth, and his mild voice, the one used specifically on the younger generation, came pouring out. “Why? Don’t you recognize me?”


  His question got to her.

  “You’re a little familiar! Who are you?” She narrowed her eyes skeptically at him, still keeping hold of the wariness in her heart.

  A straightforward question without honorifics. Frowning at her lack of manners, he sneered and put his answer on hold. Instead, he periodized sitting down on the sofa, pouring himself a cup of tea, and taking a sip of it.

  His calm demeanor and elegant mannerisms revealed him to be a man of power and position in the high society.

  At his casualness, she found herself in a quandary. She helplessly stood in place, at a loss on what to do.

  He did not speak, so she did not dare to speak, too. Clutching that remaining stack of documents in her hand, the ongoing silence made her so tense she broke into a cold sweat.

  “Why are you so nervous?” The man raised his head, and seeing her guarded look, he laughed. “Am I a tiger? Don’t worry; I’m not gonna eat you. Sit.”


  His face and voice matched to a T the sort of kindness and maturity an elderly man should have. Compared to him, she was consciously aware that her reaction was childish.

  Still, there was some hesitation inside her.

  “Sit down; I won’t do anything to you. If I wanted to harm you, you would long cease existing in this world.” The middle-aged man smiled kindly at her. The last part of his words terrified her to no end.