The Billionaire’s Surprise Twins by A Young Cabbage

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 she still thinking about that

none

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

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expression froze momentarily, and he was getting a bit

pen name, he

to choose this because of

with a “ding,” the elevator door opened.

his hands and casually slipped his right hand into his pocket. “Hmm. You’re quite cultured

said calmly as if he were genuinely discussing an ordinary matter with

flushed face and watched his figure as he stepped out of the elevator. She stuck her tongue out at

“quite cultured”? She already has a good

University had not seen in decades. She had excellent character and excellent grades. Claire even had a double

looked

pink tongue and awkwardly

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

with men, and Claire couldn’t help but feel that

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some disdain

was the company’s heart. Seeing that there wasn’t a single woman in sight,

women.

gazes of those men, giving her an odd

office that the men outside swarmed together.

I just have a hallucination? Mr.

wasn’t a hallucination. I saw it

to outsiders? Even the managers of the company can’t come up here. Why is that

Sean personally

an outsider? Then who is she

“Hehe…”

of men chuckled suggestively. “She

not necessarily true. The Vanderbilts are quite

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at this.”

phone, and on the screen was the Facebook post that Valeria

the same

after another, saying, “It’s

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