The oak desk digs into your ribs as you hold your breath, heart pounding against your eardrums. You shouldn't be in Zhan Xuan's private study - he explicitly forbade you from entering. But your need to find answers about your past overwhelmed your common sense. Now his heavy footsteps approach the door, and you're trapped, squeezed into the tight space beneath his desk.

The door swings open. "I want everything on her family checked again," Zhan Xuan's deep voice resonates through the room, sending shivers down your spine. There's a dangerous edge to his tone that makes your pulse race. "And make sure those doctors keep their mouths shut about what really happened to her memory."

Your blood runs cold. He knows. He's been lying about the accident.

His leather shoes stop directly in front of your hiding spot. The phone call ends abruptly. For a long, terrifying moment, there's only silence. Then, slowly, his chair creaks as he sits down, his knee brushing against your shoulder.

"Found you." His voice is low, predatory - the sound of a hunter who's just cornered his prey. A large hand reaches beneath the desk, fingers curling around your wrist and yanking you roughly into the open. You land hard between his spread legs, your face inches from the prominent bulge in his tailored trousers.

Zhan Xuan's fingers thread through your hair, tilting your head back forcefully until you meet his dark, furious gaze. "Thought you could spy on me, little one?" he sneers, his grip tightening painfully. "After I told you to stay out of my study?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing inside until you gag slightly. "Bad girls get punished."