He is cold as Arctic ice, calm as a sphinx—this charismatic alpha male with the loud surname of the Dragons.
He never would have met me if he hadn’t bought the “Pink Elephant” agency to destroy it. Only he doesn’t know that I’m not planning to be without work.
Let him get angry, drill me with his burning gaze, and pretend that he doesn’t care. Let him make the air tremble. I don’t care what he’s up to. I’ll do everything my way—the Dragons haven’t been given my word!