My Four Miraculous Treasures

Chapter 326

Tyson's logic failed to compute for Willow. How in the world would things be any different if she went instead?

She strongly felt that Tyson was overestimating her worth. However, it wasn't her place to decline. She took the documents from him, headed over to Jasper's office, and knocked on his door.

He called for her to enter, so she did.

Jasper sat in his black revolving chair, clad in a black, tailor-made suit. CEO and chair melded together into one intimidating presence, which was presently glaring the hell out of some contract agreements.

Willow swallowed hard, then tiptoed up to his desk to place the documents there. "Sir, Mr. Ward instructed me to deliver these documents to you—”

The words caught in her throat when Jasper looked up at her, and then she found herself staring into an abyss of eternal darkness, where hope was strangled to death in silence.

Her heart skipped a beat. A single look from him was enough to make her break out in a cold sweat.

Jasper pulled the documents over to have a quick look-through. Then he looked up at her once more, with cold eyes. "These documents are about sponsoring some Food Appreciation Contest. Should I sign, or not? Tell me what you think." Though he spoke calmly, in an even tone, she heard an unspoken threat lurking behind every word.

her the sponsorship proposal for the big Food Appreciation Contest?! The

was a low-ranking secretary! This sort of decision wasn't hers to

her head deferentially. "Mr. Hughes, as CEO, making this sort of decision

sticks out gets the hammer.

that she had no place speaking

choose! Shall I

causing Willow to shiver violently on the spot. Jasper was forcing her hand. There was no refusing him. His intense, seething gaze

black holes, threatening to devour her whole at the

felt her terror growing with each passing moment. Her mind

as glanced away before he allowed her to, she felt sure those eyes would instantly eviscerate

her sanity draining away, and

glare. She had to answer: "...Sign it?" Rather than an answer though, it came out more as a

reach for him to drop by and inspect the proceedings at any time. Perhaps that was an

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for any