Após a confissão errada ao magnata supremo, ela foi prensada contra a parede e beijada.

Hilton Hotel, in the grandest banquet hall, the celebration party for Tianyu Group was in full swing. As a member of the Overseas Market Department, Xia Xi Yin was part of the team that secured the project, and her joy was boundless. She clinked glasses with her colleagues, drinking more than a little.

“Xia Xi Yin,” her colleague Shen Wei teased, along with two other female coworkers, “didn’t you say if we won this project, you’d confess to our Director Zhou in front of everyone? You’re not going to go back on your word, are you?”

“That’s right, we’re all waiting! Who in our department doesn’t know you like Director Zhou?”

“Hurry up, my phone is ready for the livestream!”

The reason Xia Xi Yin had made that promise was to lift everyone’s spirits when the project was stalled and morale was low. But the truth was, ever since she joined Tianyu Group’s Overseas Department and worked under Zhou Minghao, becoming his right-hand woman, she had quietly fallen for him.

She never thought much of it—liking someone, she would always be open and straightforward. A confession was nothing to be ashamed of.

She smiled, her drunken eyes sparkling, and declared, “How could I? I always keep my word!”

Xia Xi Yin was beautiful and tall, always the most striking and confident person in any crowd. “Wait for me!” She drained her glass of red wine in one gulp, then, a bit unsteady, made her way towards Zhou Minghao.

Tonight, she wore a black backless gown that accentuated her graceful figure; her long, wavy black hair cascaded over her shoulders,