At Sruthan Building a woman was sent to the CEO Office on the top floor by the special assistant Tim,
which attracted a lot of attention. Those women in the Secretary Office began to guess the identity of
the woman on the top floor of the building.
Vivian was a mixed blood and appeared in many fashion magazines, so she didn't want to be too
ostentatious. At the moment, her dark brown sunglasses only exposed her tall nose and delicate chin.
She was overjoyed when she thought that she could see Richie soon.
She wasn't Richie's ex-girlfriend. She was just a fanatic for him. She had followed him to the villa.
When she was discovered, nothing bad happened, and she even bossed around like a hostess and did
something that was impressive.
When Tim pushed the door open and walked in, she finally realized that there was always a low
pressure around her, which had made her very disappointed.
The door of the office was closed. With his head lowered, Tim standing behind the woman reported,
"She's here."
"Okay, you go first." Richie took a sip of water. He didn't even move his eyes away from the computer.
He raised an idle hand and waved it to Tim.
Before Tim could say anything, Vivian took off her sunglasses and asked with a smile, "Is there
anything else?"
She had treated herself like a hostess. Tim sighed in his heart that the woman was shameless. Then
he began to pity his boss.
After shooting him a stare to pray for his favor and receiving no response, Tim smiled gentlemanly and
said, "I wish you have a good day."
After closing the door and leaving, there were only the two of them in the empty and cold office.
The next second, Vivian rested her eyes on the man. His narrow waist and wide shoulders were well
proportioned, but the line of his figure was perfect, with which Vivian could almost imagine everything.
Being stared at by such eyes for a long time, Richie typed the last word on the keyboard, with his
hands clasped, and spoke in fluent English with her
"Do you come here just to see me?" There was only confusion and disdain in the slanted eyes he
raised gently.
Vivian raised her hand and made a gesture of silence, with a proper smile on her face. She really liked
this shameless man.
"Long time no see. I just wonder if you still remember me."
In the end, that woman was driven away by only a few words of him, and even had no time to use
pressure and seduce.
Someone knocked on the office door again. Mary couldn't help but observe the expression on that
guy's face when she was reporting the schedule to him in a serious way. She just wanted to know his
attitude towards the woman who had just left.
She couldn't keep her eyes off the man. Then she heard the man blurted out in an indifferent voice,
"Mary, if you have an eye disease, the company can reimburse you for the surgical expenses."
His expression was serious and it was not like he was joking, which made her feel a little scared.
Mary hurriedly lowered her head and made an apology. She pulled a long face with her curly chestnut
hair. "I'm sorry. I crossed the line," she apologized.
"You go first and call me when it's time," Richie pressed his eyebrows. He didn't want to talk to her too
much.
Dinner started again. After Richie left the hospital, he joined the business competition dragging his
newly discharged body. After Tim got the news, he chose several good shots from the marketing
department to drink with him.
At night, work was done; the dinner was finished. Tim sat in the driver's seat, and Richie was in the
back seat. He narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was feeling.
Tim looked at the man's face through the rearview mirror and asked, "Where are we going now?"
He could almost be sure that Richie was not drunk, but was in a trance. After hearing his question,
Richie opened his eyes and smiled. "Go home, I'm looking for my wife."
He smirked, which was very strange to him. His face was as tender as water, and his curved lips
seemed to have the beautiful expectation of something.
Then Tim fastened his seat belt, turned around to start the engine without saying anything and drove
him back to the villa safe and sound.
He bumped into Consuela who was going downstairs to fetch something. The woman's face soured at
the sight of him
The maids who hadn't gone to sleep were the first to recover from the shock. Nancy rushing to Richie
who looked like a drunk man, was shocked: "this is..."
She opened and shut her mouth, unspeaking. Standing on the stairs, Consuela could see the
expression on his face clearly. Then she turned her head to look at the man on the sofa.
Richie was wearing a white shirt with three buttons unbuttoned on it, and there was a big blush on his
face. He bit his lips, which made his poker face look more attractive.
Since his lips were so close to hers, Consuela couldn't hear clearly what he said. However, after he
finished his words, people surrounding him all turned to look at her.
Holding the creamy white plastic cup in her hand, Consuela was rendered speechless. Then she took
care of the drunkard. A dash of gloom painted across her face as she thought of the words Tim had
told her before he left.
"Consuela, Can you stop for a while and don't make him unhappy every day? If you continue to act like
this, Richie will be upset." He had been engaged in his work during the day and had to go home in the
evening to comfort this unsettled woman. No one could stand it.
In a daze for a moment, Consuela lowered her head and felt the blazing gaze overhead. After a while,
she finally raised her head and looked away. The unwillingness on her face were all gone.
"I'm sorry to have troubled you. I won't do that again." When she opened her mouth, Tim could clearly
feel her apology. It was not like that she just said it casually.
Tim didn't know how to respond to Consuela's words. If she had a stronger sense of confidence, he
would have said what he had prepared for a long time.
She regretted that she had offended Richie. But her humble performance embarrassed Tim.
"…… What can I do to help you? " He raised his eyebrows and looked at this disobedient woman, with
a touch of pain in thought in his eyes.
Consuela paused for a while, and then she remembered the mug in her hand. "I'll make a cup of tea for
you. Take your time."
When she was about to go to the kitchen and make tea, the man, who looked morose, refused bluntly,
"Consuela, please take good care of Richie. He is not easy to be irritated by you."
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