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!

this, why was

before her was none other

quickly averted her gaze, as if her eyes had been scalded, and said, “I chose the pen name ‘C. S. Lawrence’ because I think this name will bring me good

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froze momentarily, and he was getting a

saw this pen name, he subconsciously associated the

but he didn’t expect Claire to choose this because of Shakespeare. Although, it sounded much

a “ding,” the elevator door

his right hand into his pocket. “Hmm.

if he were genuinely discussing an ordinary matter with

watched his figure as he stepped out of the elevator. She stuck her tongue out at him playfully.

cultured”? She already

not seen in decades. She had excellent character and

around and looked at her. “Aren’t

her pink tongue and

on the top floor of this building, the 88th floor. Within the spacious office area,

with men, and

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some disdain for women.

to the CEO’s office on the top floor was the company’s heart. Seeing that there wasn’t a single woman in sight, Claire couldn’t help but wonder if Sean held a relatively

women.

she could feel the scrutinizing gazes of those men, giving

they entered his office that the men

my eyes. Did I just have a hallucination? Mr. Sean

a hallucination. I

the managers of the company can’t come

head. “Are you an idiot? Mr. Sean personally brought her up. It’s obvious he

an outsider? Then who is she

“Hehe…”

of men chuckled suggestively. “She must be

The Vanderbilts are quite extensive. She might be a distant relative’s younger generation.”

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look at

phone, and on the screen was the Facebook post that Valeria had made. The person was

the picture the same as the

and nodded one after

personally! Have you seen Mr. Sean reply to anyone’s Facebook post

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