The Woman From Hell

Chapter 2616

After leaving Grant Corporation, I was about to get into the car when I saw Nibel leaning against it. He looked like he was waiting for me.

I walked up to him, lowered my head, and smiled. "Mr. Nibel, if you've something to discuss, why didn't you mention it upstairs instead of waiting here for me?"

Nibel motioned for me to unlock the door before opening it and getting in.

Despite being surprised, I could only get into the driver's seat obediently.

"My car broke down, so I have to trouble you to send me back, Miss Wanda," Nibel said lightly.

I certainly would not believe the nonsense that was his car breaking down.

I pursed my lips and smiled. "It'll be my honor."

Nibel did not say a word along the journey. He kept his composure, so I kept mine as well as I waited for his next move.

Just as we were approaching his luxurious villa, Nibel finally spoke, "Are you willing to be the spokesperson, Miss Wanda?"

"Would you like the truth?" "Certainly."

shook my head.

out loud the moment said that. "How frank you are

if I were to be dishonest." I caught a glimpse of Nibel's smile through my periphery, and it was brilliant. Upon closer inspection, however, there seemed to be some unknown emotion to it that I could not understand. "This decision is to increase

"I do understand."

think you should also be able to understand and agree to the next

stunned, and my hands paused on the steering wheel. I

sure had plenty of

help but complain deep

of Golden-O, but I also want you to be

Nibel's words silenced me.

was with this

but did not want

did not understand. "May

one overseeing the entire process. I think it'll be more interesting

light and turned to look at him. "Mr. Nibel, why do you want me to

reason is very

the rules. If President Grant takes full responsibility for Golden-O's implementation, I'd feel overshadowed. I'd even find the situation to be less challenging. think it'll be more challenging to hand it over to you, Miss Wanda. Who knows? Sparks might fly and you might gain new inspiration, making

Golden-O Face Cream is no less than President Grant's. If this project succeeds, it's also a victory for me, so I'll not allow