When Alan saw her hesitation, he kept asking, "Why?"
"Because I hate having an employer who is addicted to harassing me and lets me go to the wolf's nest
in the name of promotion," he said.
"You can be my woman. I will give you gold or sliver nest. I can meet all your requirements, wealth,
social status and freedom, and all my resources. But you can not betray me, or leave me." He also
used his unique calmness, which seemed to control everything, to tempt slowly.
What a tempting condition. Olive just felt a little sad. When did he become that? Or did she understand
him?”
"Mr, Hoyle, don't forget that you are a man with a fiancee. I am not interested in becoming your lover.
Being a junior is to be poked in the back. You have the capital to make women infatuate. But my
mother told me from an early age that east or west, home is the best. As a mistress in a love nest, has
never come to a good end. I don't want to be so disgraced.”
Her answer did not make him feel too much unexpected. If she was too easy to be seduced by material
things, he had bad taste.
He was even grateful for her refusal, at least he could comfort himself that she was not such a
superficial woman.
People were really contradictory. Their thoughts couldn't stand to think carefully.
If thinking further, to put it bluntly, he was afraid to face that Olive was not the one he wanted to find.
After so many years of search, there was no news or trace. He even doubted the existence of the girl
who had been chattering in his ears. Or it was a wrong memory after his car accident.
Just when he was at a loss, she appeared, like a bright light, cutting through the fog layers in front of
him.
Alan was silent for a while and said softly, "It doesn't matter. I won't force you. You can think about it
again. I'm waiting for you changing your mind at any time."
He spoke sincerely. Olive was a little dumb. She shook her head in silence, and laughed, "Mr. Hoyle,
this is the end of the joke. Is it time to go to dinner?"
She didn't care what kind of host was here, what kind of banquet was held and what kind of people
were present. All in all, people, in the political and business circles, under a certain name, were acting
in an unspoken way with each other. But she never thought she would meet Ivy here.
In the banquet hall, the lights were bright, the clothes were fragrant, the ladies were beautiful and
graceful and the music was soft. Only when you entered the banquet hall, you would know that it was
the engagement banquet of the host’s son.
Alan did not intend to introduce her to others, so she was willing to be quiet. She just took his arm
cleverly, kept a decent smile, and made a qualified foil. She met the host with congratulations, and then
turned around with him between people who wore sincere or hypocritical faces.
This was his social circle now. Everyone who saw him showed some respect, while they looked at her
with some vague color. Occasionally. There were someone who liked gossips pretending to ask him
inadvertently, "Who is this lady?"
Olive always answered before he replayed, "Assistant only."
Alan frowned slightly because she intended to disentangle him. She pretended to ignore his feelings.
Five years later, he was still as arrogant as he was when she first met him. Even if he wanted to keep a
low profile, he could not resist the attention of the audience. But she was no longer the young and
naive woman who dared love and hate.
Time was indeed an invisible pig-killing knife to make she become different.
"Are you tired?" Alan seemed to be considerate to ask during the spare time.
"I am fine." Olive answered faintly.
"Take a rest first, and I'll have to meet some old friends."
"OK." Olive agreed quickly. In his eyes, Olive ran faster than a rabbit.
Was it so hard for her to accompany him?Alan was somewhat unhappy.
Olive put down the glass in her hand, and pushed open the door of the balcony. The wind in the
evening blew through her skin with some coolness. She stood beside a cluster of green plants. Her
hands resting on the railings at will. Her legs slightly bent. Her toes touching the ground and shaking
gently. She wore a pair of high-heeled shoes for a long time. Her heels were hurt, but the winter in here
was very comfortable.
Hands, quietly blindfolded her eyes. A strange voice sounded in her ears, "Guess who I am?"
Olive couldn’t guess who it is. In this strange city, she had no acquaintances, or no kind of friends who
can play guessing games with her. So she tentatively said, "I'm sorry, are you mistaken?"
The man behind him laughed with restraint. "I can't mistake you, Miss Steele. You come from Luo city.
You have a daughter named Annie. The best friend is Chloe, who works in Hengdu."
Olive was so surprised. He knew a lot about her. Who was he? It was better not to be heard what he
said just now by Alan. But she couldn't recognized him from his voice alone.
"Who? Don't make fun of it. I'm not a fairy. I can't guess." She simply surrendered.
"Give you three chances."
"Even you give me thirty chances and I couldn't guess who you are."
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