Capítulo 508: Afghanistan: Land of Valor, Land of Sorrows

Loosening his tie, Xi Yuan stepped out of the conference hall, his gaze glued to the woman encircled by the elated crowd. God, she looked mesmerizing, he muttered under his breath. Attired in a Teal A-line dress, she had put on a pair of Black platform wedges underneath; her Jet Black hair freely swaying as she nodded and moved. It was strange, really. Irrespective of how many times he had seen her unclothed, she still had the same staggering effect on his heart. Stronger, even, if that was possible. 

"When are you going to post next, Ma'am?", one of the employees asked gleefully.

"Is it true that Big Boss confessed to you in front of the Statue of Liberty?", another one queried.

"When is the Wedding, Military Chief?!"