The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 899

There was disbelief in the way Amos was looking at Natalie.

He had thought that Natalie was one of those women who wanted an easy life by using their beauty. He did not expect her to be even more ambitious.

“Which company are you from?” asked Amos as he held his wine glass while interest filled his devilish eyes.

“Dream Corporation.”

“That well-known company in Chanaea that has just moved their business to Loang?” Amos asked, “Are you the director of the Public Relations Department? Or the CEO secretary of Yandel? Once I am done discussing the deal with Dream, I want you to join my company.”

“I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in doing that,” Natalie rejected him outrightly.

“You haven't heard of my terms and conditions. How can you be so sure that you won't be joining me?”

“No matter how good the benefits are, I won't change my mind.” Natalie glanced around the noisy and chaotic surroundings before saying slowly, “Mr. Stone, my apologies. I have forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Natalie. I'm the Chairwoman of Dream Corporation. I come all the way here to meet you because I wasn't able to fix an appointment with you. That's why I have no choice but to resort to such a method.”

The moment Natalie finished talking, Amos was in shock.

She's only in her early twenties?

There was disbelief in the way Amos was looking at Natalie.

She looks like she has only just graduated from the university.

come someone as young as she is can

and

when we are both available to discuss

“Sure.”

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staring at the intimate interaction between Amos and the woman in the bunny suit. Her eyes were blazing

her wine glass and ground her teeth so hard they almost broke. “Does that woman think this is

be mad. If you want to go to Amos, go on. Today is my birthday after all. I'm sure Amos will

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