chapter 6 Wronged

Lambert Bai unbuttoned his suit jacket and his tie was loose, revealing a delicate collarbone. He leaned next to the extended Rolls-Royce.

The foreign man next to him lit the cigar in his hand.

People around him were chatting in foreign languages. Under the dim light, the corners of Lambert Bai mouth were raised, looking a little naughty.

Lambert Bai had a pair of long legs crossed over each other, holding a cigar with his slender fingertips, and said in...