Dangerous CEO: Woman, You Are Under Arrest

Northeastern Italy, the Adriatic Sea, Venice Bay—on the northwest shore lies Venice, the Water City, an important port and a place unlike any other in Europe or indeed the world, for it is a city without cars.

Enchanting gondolas glide along interlaced waterways; one admires the view from the Bridge of Sighs, explores the secrets of glassmaking in hidden workshops, and strolls across the sunlit islands, all steeped in the romance that is quintessentially Venetian.

By night, under the moon’s veil, the little town of Venice resembles a bride draped in gauzy silk—hazy and beautiful, serene and harmonious.

At this very hour, within a quiet café on the watery streets of Venice, the silence was so profound that only the thundering of two hearts could be heard—one pounding with exhaustion from recent combat, the other racing with fear and terror.

“Hush! Don’t make a sound!” The man pressed a firm hand over the woman’s mouth, his other arm pinning hers from behind, rendering her utterly helpless.

Her eyes widened, as if trying to pierce through the man before her. Her heart leapt wildly, panic and uncertainty twisting inside her.

“I’m being hunted, and I’m wounded. I only ask that you save me—help me through this. Whatever you want in return, even if it’s an entire city, I’ll give it to you!” His lips parted, and in a low, resonant tone, each word fell heavily in her ear. Though his voice was soft, it pressed upon her, suffocating and oppressive.

In the darkness, she could not make out his features, only the sharp gleam of falcon-like ey