Chapter 12 Quite Cultured

Sean slipped his right hand into his pocket. “Why are you asking like this?”

“Heh…” Claire smirked mockingly, turned her head to look at him, and said, ” You know I’m C. S. Lawrence! Don’t deny it. You saw me just now, and you werer t surprised at all. You came up and asked me why I didn’t call you. It’s obvious you knew! So, was the script not really a problem at all? Did you just casually devise an excuse to trick me into coming here?”

The word “trick” was probably the first time someone dared to use it on Sean.

This woman, Claire, was young but quite audacious.

Sean raised an eyebrow and turned to face Claire. He said, “Speaking of this, I’d like to ask you something.”

Towering over her at six feet and six inches, Sean loomed like a mountain. His presence emanated an immense pressure that instinctively forced Claire to take a step back.

“What … what do you want to ask?” She stammered.

Sean curled his lips slightly, moved closer, and glanced at the work badge hanging from her chest. “C. S. Lawrence. C is for Claire, and S is for what? Why did you choose this pen name?”

Huh?

What’s wrong with that?

Claire was utterly perplexed by his words. Under his overwhelming presence,

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she quickly retreated two steps, appearing weak, vulnerable, and helpless.

However, the elevator was only so big, and her back was soon pressed against the cold elevator wall. She had no more room to retreat.

With a sharp “smack,” Sean placed both hands against the elevator wall, imprisoning her between himself and the wall. He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on her eyes, exuding a dangerous aura all over his body. “Hmm? Can’t come up with an answer?”

The man’s presence enveloped Claire entirely. She could even feel his breath brushing against her hair.

At such a close distance, Claire felt a sense of danger, yet for some reason, she knew that Sean wouldn’t harm her.

She raised her head, and her gaze met his delicate lips. Despite being a man, his lips were rosy, more enticing than any lipstick color.

She had seen such tempting lips before…

Ugh!

moment like this, why was

man before her was none

and said, “I chose the pen name ‘C. S. Lawrence’ because I think this name will bring me good luck. C is for Claire. S is for Shakespeare, my favorite author. Lawrence is derived

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momentarily, and he was getting a bit

first saw this pen name, he subconsciously associated the initial

himself, but he didn’t expect Claire to choose this

with a “ding,” the elevator

his right hand into his pocket. “Hmm. You’re quite cultured indeed.”

calmly as if he were genuinely discussing an

as he stepped out of the elevator. She stuck her tongue out

by “quite cultured”? She already has a good education!

was an exceptional student Silverton University had not seen in decades. She

and looked

pink tongue and

floor. Within the spacious office area,

filled with men, and Claire couldn’t

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had some

Seeing that there wasn’t a single woman

women.

could feel the scrutinizing gazes

his office that the men outside swarmed

just have a hallucination? Mr. Sean actually brought a

I saw it

the company can’t come up here. Why is that woman

Sean personally brought her up. It’s obvious

Then who is

“Hehe…”

of men chuckled suggestively. “She must be

The Vanderbilts are quite extensive.

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look at

that Valeria had made. The person was so excited that their face turned red.

in the picture the same

after another, saying, “It’s

replied personally! Have you seen Mr. Sean reply

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