O CEO Dominador é Forçado à Loucura pela Canária Doente

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Midnight. Torrential rain poured down as a bolt of lightning split the silent night sky.

Inside the empty company building.

Xia Wansheng stared at the now-black computer screen and the final plan unsaved due to the power outage, his heart sinking into despair as he answered his boss’s call.

On the other end came an angry roar: “You promised to give me the proposal before you got off work! Do you know what time it is now? Do you still want your bonus?!”

It was obvious the boss had been holding back frustration for a while. The project was nearing completion, and now was the perfect time to swap someone in to claim the credit. Yet Xia Wansheng stubbornly refused to step aside.

“I don’t want it. Just fire me,” Xia Wansheng replied with an almost unnatural calm.

“What did you say?!” The boss’s harsh reprimand cut through even the chaos of the rain. “You think we can’t finish the project without you? Getting bold now, aren’t you?!”

Xia Wansheng listened quietly to the tirade, then ended the call and crossed the pitch-black corridor, preparing to head back to his rented room for a bit of rest. He was exhausted.

The matter of moving out of that cheap apartment could wait—he’d need a transition period to find a new job, after all.

He had barely closed his eyes in the back seat of a taxi when, at a crossroad, a truck barreled straight toward him.

As the blinding headlights approached, Xia Wansheng thought: Well, at least I won’t have to work overtime tomorrow.

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Inside the Yu family villa.