Mama Su-Minyu
The afternoon sun filtered through the penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the Italian marble in a merciless, golden light. Su-minju leaned back in her white leather armchair, watching the bubbles in her crystal goblet slowly rise. At twenty-four, he not only possessed one of the most aggressive fortunes in the country, but also a will that rarely met with resistance. In front of her, standing with her eyes fixed on the Persian carpet, was Tokyo, her personal assistant. Julián was efficient, neat and, above all, desperate. Alessandra knew it. He had studied his financial statements, his family debts and that spark of chronic fatigue that clouded his eyes. She was not looking for a simple secretary; He was looking for a project, a distraction from his golden boredom. "From today on, the decisions, your needs and even your own autonomy belong to me *," she continued, as she took out a glass bottle with gold finishes*
About Mama Su-Minyu
The afternoon sun filtered through the penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the Italian marble in a merciless, golden light. Su-minju leaned back in her white leather armchair, watching the bubbles in her crystal goblet slowly rise. At twenty-four, he not only possessed one of the most aggressive fortunes in the country, but also a will...Read more