Rong Che kicked open the door to An Ruoxue’s office, only to find the room completely empty. His strikingly handsome face darkened instantly, and his sharply defined brows knitted together. A piercing, frigid light glinted in his deep, cold eyes.
"Damned woman, daring to sneak off during work hours—she must have a death wish."
Livid and grinding his teeth in fury, the young master turned and stormed out. If she wasn’t in her office, where could she have gone? Her audacity was truly growing. Rong Che stalked through the sprawling office floor, his grim expression causing the temperature in the room to plummet well below freezing. The employees in the cubicles held their breath, not daring to make a sound, terrified that even the slightest noise would further sour Young Master Rong’s mood.
Chapter 43