The Long-awaited Mr Han Chapter 2 - This... Isnt This Han Zhuoli?

The moment Lu Man made her escape through the window, the door was pushed open.

Regardless, Lu Man paid it no mind anymore.

Fortunately, a balcony was situated just outside the window, offering ample space for her to stand after her leap.

Gazing back through the window, Lu Man observed the individuals within the hotel room preparing to investigate the balcony. Filled with anxiety, she scanned her surroundings and was surprisingly relieved to discover the adjacent hotel room's window was ajar.

Overcoming her acrophobia, she clambered towards the right-side window, promptly tumbled through it, and landed on the carpet with a soft thud.

She executed a couple of rolls before abruptly halting as a pair of slipper-clad feet entered her field of vision.

These feet were considerably larger than her own, and at a glance, she could ascertain they belonged to a man. His toenails were meticulously trimmed, and as her gaze ascended, she noticed his exposed calves, which were long and shapely. Even his lower legs appeared to exceed the average person's length.

Lifting her head slightly further, she discerned that only a towel concealed his form, revealing his well-defined abs. This man possessed a physique that was exceptionally attractive.

However, upon glimpsing his face, she became utterly still, as if struck by a bolt of lightning.

In her previous existence, she had never had the opportunity to observe him so closely. During events, she had only seen him from a distance while serving as Lu Qi’s assistant.

Han Zhuoli, the esteemed CEO of Han Media Company, was a figure frequently featured in media reports.

Despite possessing a devastatingly handsome visage and wielding considerable influence over more than half of the entertainment industry, there had never been any rumors linking him romantically with any female celebrity.

Consequently, he was consistently hailed as a male god, and a multitude of young women harboring romantic aspirations viewed him as their ideal partner.

She contemplated.

Did he, then, witness her distress when she was apprehended by the authorities?

Han Zhuoli regarded her with a mocking expression. "I've encountered numerous women who actively pursued me, but I've never before witnessed someone scaling a window merely to throw themselves at me."

As Han Zhuoli inclined his body slightly, Lu Man's attention was drawn to the towel wrapped around his waist, which appeared precariously close to slipping off with his every movement.

The ensuing moment saw her lower jaw gently secured by his long, slender fingers. "We're perched at a height of 26 floors. It appears you've gone to considerable lengths."