The ferocious, terrifying Celestial Demon True Form of Seven Desires struggled nonstop in Zhou Yuanjue's hand. Its hysterical display sent a deep, instinctual shiver of fear through everyone present.
'That famous President Yuan… to think he had a monster like this hidden inside him…'
Meanwhile, the female assistant standing below the stage was frozen in place, her mind a complete blank.
She couldn't accept it. The man who had been nearly perfect in her eyes was actually this kind of monster.
You can know a person's face, but not their heart. You can never truly know what kind of terrifying demon hides inside a person who appears so perfect.
However, no matter how Seven Desires struggled, it was completely unable to escape Zhou Yuanjue's grip.
Zhou Yuanjue watched the Celestial Demon True Form of Seven Desires with a calm gaze, then reached out his other hand and casually crumpled it.
