“No!” Xavier countered without even thinking about it. “You’re my woman, so how could I sit idly by when it’s something to do with you? Louis, help me set up an appointment with Nate.”

“No, it’s okay!” Louis had already responded in the affirmative, but Winnie lifted a hand and stopped him from putting it into action.

“Uh… Mr. Xavier, Mrs. Fairchild…” Louis alternated his gaze between his employer and the latter’s wife, feeling very much conflicted.

Seeing that, Winnie instructed straight away, “Do as I said.”

“Hmm?” Xavier gave her a meaningful look, sensing that his status as the CEO was under threat.

Winnie stared back at him. “Do you have a problem with that? We’re now discussing my matters. I can keep my nose out of the affairs of Fairchild Corporation, but I want to be the master of my own affairs.”

For a moment, Xavier was left without a rebuttal.

He pondered for a while before asserting, “But you’re my woman.”

“So what? You’re also my man,” Winnie riposted.

Frowning, Xavier uttered the most misogynistic remark—”When someone picks on my woman, she doesn’t need to retaliate personally. As my woman, the only thing she needs to do is to keep herself young and beautiful, serving me when I have need of her—”

Good Lord! What nonsense is he spouting? Winnie clapped her hand over his mouth.

Don’t tell me, he wanted to say that his woman only needed to serve him well in bed!

“Shut up. Let me repeat it—I’ll handle this matter myself. You’re not allowed to interfere before I request that you lend me a hand, or else!” Winnie hissed through gritted teeth.

“Or else what?” Tugging off the hand covering his mouth, Xavier dipped his head and leaned close to her with a devilish chuckle. In a deep voice, he whispered teasingly into her ear, “Hmm, Dumbo?”

At once, embarrassment inundated Winnie that the man was acting so intimately with her in public.

She inhaled deeply before shoving his head away. “Or else I’ll dump you!”

bristled. “You

yourself. Regardless of whether you’re dull-witted or mad, I won’t bother about

joking, and Xavier

Is this still the Dumbo of mine who is weak and cries at the

had he seen her so imposing

spot for a long moment, sensing the blank spot in his mind growing in epic

was as though a part of his life, or

his irritation grew the more he attempted to do so. It felt as though every single drop of blood in his body was on the verge of bursting out of his veins, tearing

red-rimmed for

Are you

But Dumbo, you must promise me that

reddening eyes, Winnie

Don’t just

in exasperation. “As for Nate,

that, she called out to Josiah, “Quick, come

Xavier. “Come with me to the lounge to rest

from the PR department had finished writing the script for the

is ready, Mrs. Fairchild. Would you like to take a

present, Xavier was the only person in the entire world who still regarded Winnie as a simpleton. Everyone else knew that she was the newly-appointed CEO of Garland Group, her capabilities remarkable beyond

to her, fearful that they would accidentally offend her

kind of person who didn’t even show her own biological father any

Winnie had watched Josiah lead Xavier into the lounge that she strode over for a

she was also very meticulous. “Change the wording here. It isn’t my style, for the tone is too

media outlets in attendance generally took a moderate stance. But in consideration that Winnie would be using it, she had already been very deliberate in her choice of

I’ll change it right now.

“Yeah, this is fine.”

In that case, I’ll go and make a copy for you

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