"That year, five years ago, she was celebrating with her friends for their last days in college but bam, who would have thought that her night end up sleeping with the powerful and influential man in the country. 

Despite it, she's a realistic woman who didn't expect for anything and even told the man in front of her "You're being clingy, Mr. Sy."
However, she woke up one day, her kind politician father was accused of graft and corruption, was chased to death by assasins, and her reputable family was left with noa option but to escape to another country and all those clean, hard year in politics by her father all collapse just forhearing one day.
And she? She could do nothing because she was comatose while her parents suffered.
Years later, she returned having a formidable yet dangerous background and with the art of war she mastered, no stones remained unturned with her path to the top and *cough* ... .. . lowkey revenge plot while the man she slept four years ago, had become her exclusive *another cough* ........concubine. 
Another problem arises. This exclusive concubine is possessive and overly jealous!! What to do?!"

Veronica CEO's Underworld Queen

　　Rawlf saw Veronica seated at the edge of the bed, obviously waiting for him. He smiled softly at her when their eyes met.


　　"Stay still. I'll get you a glass of milk after I change clothes." "I'm not disabled."


　　"And?" Rawlf softly chuckled walking to the wardrobe.


　　"What I'm trying to say is… you're spoiling me like a disabled."


　　Rawlf paused and turned to face her, "Does that how it makes you feel?" "No but,"


　　"Then it shouldn't be an issue." Rawlf smirked and turned back to take his cloth, however, he already saw a pair of white tee-shirt and a boxer shorts atop the table beside his wardrobe.


　　The man laughed softly and took to wear it. Veronica heard his laughing voice and watch him dress up.


　　"Does that make you feel uncomfortable?" "No," replied Rawlf. His eyes were dark.


　　"It's not an issue then." Veronica replied coquettishly, leaning on the bed like an empress watching her concubine get dressed.


Chapter 131