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After an unknown amount of time, the storm gradually subsided. The effects of the medicine seemed to have worn off with the intense exercise, and the woman fell into a deep sleep, curled up in Lei Guoliang's arms, her face still bearing tear stains and the flush of extreme exhaustion, but no longer showing any signs of pain.

Lei Guoliang leaned against the headboard, looking at the peaceful and beautiful sleeping face of the woman in his arms, his feelings were complicated.

He noticed a small leather business card holder with the Garden Hotel logo that she had casually placed on the bedside table.

She opened it, and inside was her employee badge: Shen Mo, Guest Relations Manager of Garden Hotel.

Shen Mo. So it was her. The one he had originally planned to recruit.

I never imagined that I would come to know it so deeply in this way.

The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, waking Shen Mo. A hangover and the lingering effects of medication left her with a splitting headache.

But what truly terrified her was the extreme soreness in her body, the unfamiliar hotel room, and... the even breathing of the man beside her, and the strong, powerful arms surrounding her.

Last night's fragmented yet incredibly clear memories flooded back: the bar, the man who drugged her, the stranger who saved her, the hotel, and then that crazy, shameful, yet strangely pleasurable entanglement.

...Her face turned deathly pale instantly, and her body stiffened like iron.

Lei Guoliang woke up almost at the same time. He felt the stiffness of the body in his arms, slowly opened his eyes, and met a pair of beautiful eyes filled with shock, shame, confusion, and deep fear.

"You..." Shen Mo's voice was terribly hoarse. She tried to push him away, but found herself completely naked. She quickly pulled the blanket over herself and shrank to the corner of the bed, like a hedgehog with its quills raised after being frightened. Tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes.

"Awake?" Lei Guoliang sat up, his expression calm, without the slightest panic or guilt, as if he were merely discussing the weather: "How are you feeling? Still dizzy?"

"Who are you?! What did you do to me?!" Shen Mo's voice was trembling with sobs and lingering fear, but more than anything, it was a despair of a worldview collapsing.

"My name is Lei Guoliang. Last night at Nightshade Bar, you were drugged, and I helped you get rid of those two thugs."

"You were very drunk and said you couldn't go back to the dorm, so I brought you here and booked a room." Lei Guoliang stated this in a calm tone, as if he were talking about someone else's business.

"Later, the medication took effect, and you felt terrible. Then... that's how it happened. Although it all started with that drink, I didn't refuse. So, if you need any compensation, just let me know."

His bluntness and calmness were like ice water poured on Shen Mo's heart, leaving her speechless for a moment, with only humiliating tears silently streaming down her face.

Compensation? Can money compensate for her innocence? But thinking back carefully, it seems that last night... I was the one who started it first... and if it weren't for him, the consequences of falling into the hands of those drugged thugs would have been unimaginable.

A tidal wave of complex emotions surged through her: gratitude, shame, anger, helplessness, and a secret tremor of unease about the previous night's frenzied experience, which she herself found deeply shameful.

She looked at the frighteningly calm man before her. He was young, handsome, and had a perfect physique. The forcefulness and gentleness he displayed last night seemed to alternate at certain moments… Stop! Shen Mo, what are you thinking?!

"I...I don't want your money!" Shen Mo bit her bleeding lip, suppressing the urge to burst into tears, and used all her strength to maintain the last bit of dignity.

"Last night... consider it a dog bite! Get out! Get out of my sight immediately! I never want to see you again!"

"Okay." Lei Guoliang stood up and began to slowly and methodically put on his clothes. His movements were unhurried, and his muscle lines were smooth, exuding a powerful beauty.

"However, before you leave, there's something I think you have the right to know, and perhaps it's worth considering."

Shen Mo looked at him warily and desperately, wondering what other humiliating things he was about to say.

Lei Guoliang put on his shirt, buttoned the last button, turned around, and looked at her with a deep gaze, no longer the desire of last night or the tranquility of this morning, but a purely commercial assessment and invitation.

"Shen Mo, Guest Relations Manager of the Garden Hotel, right?" He accurately called out her name and position.

Shen Mo was startled.

"I own high-end residences in the core area of ​​Guangzhou. I need a highly professional person to assemble and lead a team to rent, manage, and operate these properties to standards exceeding those of five-star hotels, creating a top-tier residential service brand."

He walked to the bedside and gently placed the card, which only had a name and phone number printed on it, on the corner of the blanket she was clutching tightly.

"Your annual salary will be three times what you are now. You will build the entire team, set the standards, and have only one goal: to be the best."

If you perform well, you will permanently enjoy a 15% share of the net profit generated from this business.

This isn't just a job; it's a platform that lets you break free from the glass ceiling of the hotel industry, truly take control of your career, and realize your ambitions.

He looked at the shock, struggle, and a hint of excitement at having his thoughts exposed in Shen Mo's eyes, and continued:

Last night was an accident, but perhaps also an opportunity. It brought us together in a... special way.

This further convinced me that what you need is more than just a job; you need a battlefield where you can unleash your full talent and ambition. And I can provide that battlefield.

"Three days. I'll give you three days to process this, investigate me, and if you have connections, then make a decision. Once you've figured it out, call me."

If you can't understand it, or feel unable to face it, then pretend that what was said last night and now never happened. You can throw the card away.

After saying that, he picked up his coat, walked to the door, placed his hand on the doorknob, paused for a moment, and did not turn around:

"By the way, the look in your eyes when you dealt with those two thugs last night was really bright. Don't let that light get extinguished by the hotel ceiling."

The door closed gently.

Shen Mo was left alone in the room, wrapped in a blanket that still carried his scent, staring blankly at the closed door, then at the extremely simple card on the corner of the blanket.

Lei Guoliang... last night's savior and plunderer, this morning's cold-blooded judge and ambitious inviter.

The name, the chaotic and fiery night, and his final words, which were like a devil's whisper and an angel's promise.

Together, they carved their way into her life in an extremely domineering way.

After Lei Guoliang left, the suite at the White Swan Hotel fell into a deathly silence.

Shen Mo curled up on the messy bed, motionless, like a porcelain doll that had lost its soul.

Humiliation, fear, anger, lingering dread, and a hint of unspeakable, intimate physical memory of last night's stormy night were battling wildly in her mind.

She rushed into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and scalded herself with water that was almost too hot to handle, until her skin was red and she was exhausted. Then she slid to the floor and wept silently.

Tears mixed with hot water could not wash away the complex feelings that had seeped into my bones.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but the water had cooled. She shakily got up, wrapped herself in a bath towel, and her gaze fell on the lonely card on the bedside table.

Lei Guoliang.

She stared at the name. After calming down, some details from last night came to mind.

When he stood in front of her, the two thugs instantly flinched in fear. As he led her away, he spoke to the driver with an unquestionable tone.

The fluid and powerful movements he made while dressing this morning, and the immense ambition and keen insight revealed in his final words...

This is no ordinary thug, or a petty opportunist. This is... a dangerous and powerful man.

"High-end residences in the core area of ​​Guangzhou... creating a top-notch residential service brand... breaking through the ceiling of the hotel industry..." These words echoed in her ears like a spell.

She had reached the position of Guest Relations Manager at the Garden Hotel, a position that many people envied, but she clearly saw the invisible ceiling ahead of her.

Gender, seniority, complex interpersonal politics, and the inherent procedural limitations of the hotel industry.

She yearns for a bigger stage, and longs to truly use her obsession with service, management, and details to create something of value that belongs to her.

And the man from last night casually promised her everything she had ever dreamed of.