''I will report this to Second Master first...'' As much as Ji Yan did not dare to, he had to...
That was his fate. His destiny. He pulled out his flower printed handkerchief and dabbed his sweat with it.
He approached a distant wall, then cautiously reached for one of the paintings hung on it.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he turned it clockwise. A faint click echoed. The wall trembled before parting, unveiling a dark and seemingly forbidden passage.
Ji Yan entered the room. Separated by a single wall, the room was situated right inside Adrian's office but the atmosphere was completely different.
When Ji Yan walked down the stairs, it felt like he was descending to hell. The room was enshrouded in darkness, only a small row of lights dimly illuminating the space.
On the king-sized bed, Adrian leaned back on the headboard. A few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned and in his hand, there was a wine glass filled to the brim.
