The Woman From Hell

"Self-respect?" He lowered his head slightly before slowly looking up and laughing. "I won't let what I want to slip through my hands, Miss Lane. I'll give you one last chance. Will you take this offer or not? I have the ability to destroy Green Orange Cross-Border, and your company will never be able to develop again."

There was a threat in the man's deep voice. I clenched my fists as I glared at him with hatred. Then, I swung my fist at his nose. "Go to hell!"

He grimaced through the pain. He covered his nose and bent over to stop the pain.

I snorted coldly and walked away from him.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind me. "Miss Lane, please wait a moment."

This voice surprised me and made me turn around unconsciously. I saw a man slowly walking out of a small room.

I could vaguely see his exquisite face with deep contours and clear lines in the vague lighting. His slightly dark purple hair was eye-catching, and when he looked up slightly, his brown eyes were breathtaking. The blue earrings he wore also shone slightly.

What a seductive man.

This was my first impression of him.

"Mr. Anders."

punched just

at the

his hand at the middle-aged

"Yes."

bowed to me, opened the door, and

you're Cole, why did you get someone to impersonate you? Were you testing me?" I cut to the chase and asked

saw his face clearly then. His facial features were carved so beautifully that my mind wandered

from heaven, then the man

would be fascinated by him if he were a

men, but there were very few men who looked as much like women. Although Cole had a soft feminine face, he still felt like a man.

Androgynous.

word, and it was perhaps

be strong women when, in fact, they'll abandon their principles the moment they're given a little temptation. If you were also such a person, Miss Lane, then you wouldn't be worth Firefly's investment." Cole's voice was not domineering. It was polite

like a gentleman's.

intention. "Did you listen

attention with just