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.

sort of pressure... it was too much for her! Tyson had handed her the sponsorship proposal for the

this matter? She was a

CEO, making this sort of decision is your exclusive privilege. As for me, I'm just

the hammer. A

she had no place speaking on this

you to choose! Shall I sign it,

violently on the spot. Jasper was forcing her hand. There was no refusing him. His intense, seething gaze was firmly

yawning black holes, threatening to devour her whole

terror growing with each passing moment. Her

that fearsome gaze, because if she so much as glanced away

Yet, every moment she stared into those eyes, she could feel her sanity draining away, and her lungs didn't seem to

She had to answer: "...Sign it?" Rather than an answer though,

was easily within reach for him to drop by and inspect the proceedings at any time. Perhaps that was an indication of his interest in that

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