Selena Tang (50)

An ordinary weekday dawned. It was Monday. The rays of the sun could barely sneak into a large but simply decorated bedroom in the penthouse due to the flowery curtains. However, since the fabric of the curtains was not that thick, while it covered the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, light could still pass through, only a bit suppressed, so the resulted illumination was gentle to the eyes. It added a mysterious vibe to the room that seemed to be owned by a woman despite the minimal decorations.

The place belonged to the famous scriptwriter who had recently started to enter her paternal grandfather's corporation, Selena Tang. It was still very early in the morning so she was still asleep.