A Borrowed Body, A True Tycoon
Language: en
My stepsister dragged a stray man in from the pouring rain. Her eyes were rimmed with red as she looked at me. "Sienna, he got into a terrible car crash. He is in a vegetative state. It is just too pitiful." She wiped away a fake tear. "How about I pay you, and you put in the labor? You can take him back to your place and nurse him back to health." I looked at the man lying on the sofa. His face was ghostly pale, but it could not hide the sharp, aristocratic lines of his jaw and his inherently cold, untouchable aura. My heart softened. I nodded. The very next second, a barrage of glowing…