The Woman From Hell

After I sent Nina back to her apartment, I drove back to the company.

The moment I stepped through the company doors, I heard a few employees whispering to each other at the front desk.

"The man in the office is Theo Grant, President Lane's husband. He's so handsome. He really lives up to his reputation."

"That's right, the legendary Theo Grant. This is the first time I've seen him in real life."

When did he become a legendary figure? Judging by the look of that little fan girl, it seemed that his charm was no lesser than those handsome artists nowadays. "Me too. President Lane is also very beautiful. They really make such a glamorous couple."

I deliberately made some noise before walking in to not make them feel embarrassed. They stopped talking and concentrated on their work when they saw me.

I walked passed them and entered the office. Shannon had gone out, so Theo was the only one in the office.

He was sitting on the sofa and holding a magazine in his hand while flipping through it quietly. There was an aristocratic demeanor in his gestures. Even if it was just an inconspicuous movement, he looked so elegant and gentlemanly. This man truly had market competitiveness.

I coughed lightly, and Theo noticed me. He put down the magazine and walked toward me. "You're back, President Lane."

"I'm back." I sat in my seat and motioned for him to sit opposite me, "Tell me, what is it about?"

He raised a brow at me. After straightening his suit, he said leisurely, "I don't have much time to handle the holiday villa project, so I plan to find someone else to follow up on it. Hence, I came to discuss this with you."

this kind of thing." I did not know why he had specially made a trip for this. I thought it

need you to go through it again. How are

words were not

My gaze fell on him,

you already chose someone since you said

it. "Yes, my childhood friend of mine, but he is of mixed race. His parents divorced when

heard that he was coming back to Hatton this

blood. Must be a beautiful

"He's a man."

You must

seeing him, a mixed-race person.

his back ramrod straight. "Considering your expectant expression, President Lane, do you really

I blinked at him and smiled lightly. "Of course. I'm more interested in

making such an expression of infatuation."

suddenly thought

he

"No

the other is,