The Woman From Hell

Chapter 1833



A few days later, I heard that the official contract between Drover and Grant Corporation had been drawn up and that I just needed to choose a date for the signing ceremony.

The signing ceremony was particularly important for larger projects, especially since Drover was a celebrity within the circle. The influence possessed by both parties at the ceremony would inevitably attract a wave of media reporters. When the time came, the exchange between both parties would be equivalent to the project's marketing. Once the project was finished, doing promotion work would be much easier.

"How are you, Madam?" Marius suddenly stuck his head in and greeted. I was taken aback.

I looked up. There was still some surprise on my face.' Why are you here, Mr. Klein?"

"Drover came over to talk to President Grant. I had nothing to do, so I came over. I happened to see you here when I was walking around the company. Aren't we destined for one another?" He winked at me, and I seemed to see sparks shoot out.

I ignored him and put the documents in my hands to one side. "If you wish to flirt with someone, please don't come looking for me. I am, after all, married."

After saying that, I showed him the diamond ring on

my ring finger. Under the lamp's reflection, a few rays of light flashed at him.

But I'm not flirting. We've met so many times and are quite familiar with one another. Can't we be called

met by

my

were just

what I said, Marius' expression fell as he sighed. "So, it turns out that you don't regard me as a friend,

whether to laugh or cry. I looked up. "If you really want to be friends with me, then we

his head to look at me. His attitude

head helplessly and said with a

Seemingly understanding what I

me an 'OK' sign and planted both his hands on my table." Since you're a friend, then don't call me Mr Klein. It sounds so distant. Call me Marius or Mai."

Marius? Mai?

get myself to say it out loud no matter the address. I chuckled. "I suppose you're younger than me, yes? I'll

going to call me Maliy?"

or Mr. Klein, you choose one. " My tone was

down, he could only compromise. "Alright, ĕ alright. Maliy it is. It's better than you calling me by my family

my name. I waved my hand. "No matter what you