Unbound - Chapter Seven Hundred And Ninety Five – 795

Xia Luobing, a famously violent sheriff, received information regarding illegal prostitution at a local hotel. She goes to the wrong room, and instead of finding prostitution, she finds a young couple talking over a bottle of wine. What she doesn’t know is that the woman has drugged the wine with a potent aphrodisiac to seduce the man.

Love between a girl living a lie and the girl who can turn lies into truth.Lin Roen was just another broke, burned-out job applicant - until a simple error landed her in the CEO’s office of the most powerful corporation in the country. Now, the world believes she’s the heiress of the Roen Group.As Lin stumbles through a world of luxury, manipulation, and corporate worship, she is relentlessly pampered by those who believe she’s their salvation. Everyone bows. Everyone obeys.But nothing is what it seems.Lin soon starts to feel that there is something sinister behind the mirrors of lies.Trapped and revered in the corporate world that blends religious fervor and heartless capitalism, there is only one person she can trust - Luc, her perfect assistant.* A slow-burn psychological drama wrapped in corporate satire, mistaken identity, and a love story between two girls on the edge of lies and truth.

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.