Hansen, who was a clean freak, now reeked of alcohol, and his face was very gloomy. He rushed into the spacious bathroom, filled the bathtub with water, took off his clothes, and lay in it comfortably. The warm water surrounded him, and his nerves gradually calmed down. Didn't he hate her? Why did he care about her so much? He should have let the two dirty men take advantage of her, it had nothing to do with him. Why did he rush to her without thinking? Wasn't he looking forward to her being humiliated and defiled by others? Was he moved by her pitiful and vulnerable appearance, or was it because he could not bear to see her be humiliated? Or did he care about her from the bottom of his heart? As he pondered this, Hansen sunk to the bottom of the bathtub and let the water engulf him. After a long bath, he changed into clean pajamas with satisfaction. He was in a much better mood! He habitually went to the living room to get himself a cup
It was a good night's sleep! Jenna opened her eyes. Her beautiful eyes looked bright and energetic because she had a satisfying sleep. She rubbed her eyes and looked around for a while. Then she rubbed her eyes and looked up again. In fright, Jenna jolted from the bed, and screamed. "Where is this place?" Before she fainted last night, Jenna remembered two wretched men carrying her away. So, they must have defiled her! Thinking of this, Jenna felt a chill all over her body and quickly checked her body. Sure enough, there was only a thin bath towel that was wrapping her. She felt cold all over, but she was slightly puzzled too. Things were not as bad as she thought. At least, her lower body did not feel uncomfortable at all! "Where am I?!" It was a luxurious bedroom, bright and clean, comfortable and gorgeous. This was not what the two wretched men could have. Was it possible that she was sold to a brothel? She hurriedly rolled over and go
Time passed very quickly, and it was quiet in the morning. At noon, Jenna tidied her desk and got ready to head out for lunch. There was a staff cafeteria at Richards Group, but Jenna didn't want to go there. She didn't want to stay too long in this troubled place, so she took the elevator and went to eat at an outside eatery. She went to the employees' elevator and waited quietly. There was an employee elevator and a special elevator in Richards Group. The latter was reserved only for Hansen, Aria, Marissa Sotomayor who was Hansen's mother, and the other higher-ups. The elevator quickly arrived from the top floor. When the elevator came from the top floor, it was usually empty. She worked on the 86th floor, and the only floor higher than that was the 88th floor, where Hansen's office was. The 87th floor was not numbered due to superstitious reasons. Jenna walked in when the elevator doors opened. When she looked up, she saw Minnie wearing the pale red secretary
"I ordered steak. This is the best restaurant around. What else do you need?" Rayan picked a quiet corner near the French windows and sat down. The famous restaurant was elegant and expensive, and romantic songs were playing gently to add the ambiance. The French windows, adorned with delicate lace curtains, were surrounded by green leaves, and the beaming sunshine was very dazzling. The table was next to the window where they could look out to observe the hustle and bustle of city life. Jenna sighed in her heart, and her eyes began to water! Amongst all the people in the world, Jenna was so lucky to have found such a caring man who looked after her. "What are you thinking about?" Rayan stared at her with a smile on his face. Over the past few years, he often ate with Jenna. Although she always had a faint smile on her face, he knew that she was not a superficial woman. She had secrets she kept in her heart; she just didn't tell him about them. He ha
"..." Rayan was slightly stunned. There were always bootlickers every day, but he rarely met competitors like Hansen. At this time, however, Hansen was smiling and toasting him. He really sat down when Rayan invited him to. Rayan could feel the tension in the air, as if Hansen was challenging him. Rayan was born to be a powerhouse, so he smiled politely at the moment. He raised his glass and gulped down the wine. He said generously, "I really didn't know this was your territory, Mr. Richards. If I had known, I would have invited you to join us for lunch." The wine slipped into their mouths and down their throat. Hansen's eyes narrowed and he smiled. Rayan also drank the wine in one gulp. At this time, they looked peaceful and friendly, as if they were good friends that just reunited. However, Jenna didn't think so. She felt an invisible pressure that made it difficult for her to breathe. Guns and clubs, swords and spears! As if she could smell the ho
Jenna ran back to the office and closed the bathroom door of the inner suite. She leaned against the door frame and exhaled a long breath. She saw herself in the mirror and realized that she looked flustered. Her face was red, and her chest was pounding like a rabbit. She couldn't help but feel annoyed. She said to herself, "Jenna Murphy, what did you do wrong? Why are you so flustered? Aren't you just going to be laughed at by that b*stard Hansen?" "What the hell is going on!" "If mere a mocking eyes of him could make I lose composure, then what am I going to do in the future?" She asked herself. She took a deep breath, shook her head, and walked to the bedroom. She then casually laid on the wide soft bed. The chandelier on the ceiling dangled in the air and made a kaleidoscope of shapes akin to butterflies. The decoration on the ceiling was like a cloudy blue sky. As Jenna opened her eyes and watched the 'butterflies' playing on the blue sky and cl
At three o'clock, Hansen walked in on time, dressed in a sharp suit. All the executives of the Richards Group stood up and held their breath. During meetings, Hansen had always been very punctual. He never thought that leaders should arrive a few minutes late; he felt that such an act was very pretentious. Therefore, he had always been punctual, and he did not allow his staff to be late either. When Jenna woke up and rushed over, the meeting was about to start! Hansen looked at Jenna, who was standing at the door sheepishly. Her eyes were red and swollen. Her hands were wrapped with white gauze, and she was holding a notebook in her left hand. "Come in and sit down," he said calmly, pointing at the empty seat next to him. Jenna walked in quietly, but she was stunned in her heart. She did not expect that her seat would be by Hansen's side. Aria McAdams was sitting opposite her. She was dressed up enchantingly, her almond-shaped
He sat up straight, cleared his voice, and said in a calm voice, "Miss Murphy is right. Our company strives for the best. If they are not fine works, we should throw them away. Now I announce that from today onwards, we will rebuild the design department. Miss Murphy will be the manager, and all the designs will have to go through her. Only when she says yes will the design be approved. I hope to see a new batch of designs before the press conference." As soon as he said this, everyone present was bewildered. Mr. Richards assigned such an important design project to Miss Murphy, a newcomer. A model design should be a very important trade secret for a car manufacturing company. Was this acceptable? Moreover, this lady was his ex-wife and she used to be a designer at Whalen Group. She was obviously very close to the president of Whalen Group. They were wondering if Mr. Richards liked her or Aria better. Perhaps he liked both of them! Everyone was confused, but the