Chapter 172 His Origin

MARIO

“Do you have an appointment with Mr Hansen?”

“No,” I responded sharply.

She glanced at me in disgust and straightened up.

“Sorry, I can’t let you in.”

I ran my angry eyes over her lean body, which could easily be broken into two. With a pack of artificial hair on her head, a large smear of purple-colored lipstick, and excessive rogues, which didn’t seem to improve her looks, she looked typically like a doll. A castaway doll.

“You have to let me in,” I muttered and she furrowed her brows.

“Which of the ‘I can’t let you in’ do you not understand?” she snapped, narrowing her eyes sassily.

I leaned forward to her desk, making sure that my abs were on display before her.

“All of them,” I replied in a sultry voice that got her batting her lashes.

Her face heated up and perspiration formed on her forehead as the tight, skimpy dress she wore made her condition worse.

“I… I… I’m sorry… but…”

I sighed when I realized that this wouldn’t make the secretary agree to my