Achim Belyakov was 32 this year, possessing a graceful bearing along with an outstanding appearance, high-bridged nose and well-groomed blonde hair. He wore a bespoke white blazer, blue pants, and black leather shoes. He had a height of 5’8”. Since he frequently worked out, his body was well-maintained with the shirt being stretched out by his chest. Under the guidance of Secretary Li, he entered Vera’s office and briefly looked around before he greeted in Russian, “Darling, are you finally done with your work? I finally managed to see you!”

Maintaining a straight face, Vera helplessly sighed, “Achim, I have already made things clear to you from our last meeting. It’s impossible for the two of us, and our marriage is just a transaction for our families. Your money needed money, and my father has his eyes on your family’s oil. After the transaction, we won’t be related any further.”

Ignoring Vera’s frank words, Achim sat on the couch with his legs crossed...