Chapter 8

“President Fudd, please watch yourself!”

Heaton stared at her flushed face tinged with anger with an indifferent gaze. He lowered his head, bringing his head next to her ear. Then, he started to speak unhurriedly, “Miss Mont said that I’m a businessman. Businessmen seek nothing but profits; we don’t trade at a loss. What do you have that is worth enough to be exchanged with the villa?”

His deep voice was cold and thin. His fathomless dark eyes stared straight at her side face. He spoke the words so slowly, but every one of them hit the most vulnerable part in her heart.

She did not have any money. The Mont Family was shattered three years ago.

Talking about her body, Heaton did not even spare her a glance yesterday. He even embarrassed her in public. She did not understand what the man wanted from her.

Heaton took a look at her delicate and tender face. “You seemed very experienced when you were seducing me last night?”

He lowered his body and his thin lips got nearer to her. His magnetic baritone voice tinged with ridicule. “Or, Miss Mont is playing hard to get?”

Emotionlessly, Heaton lifted his wrist, plucked a strand of her loosely hung hair and grasped it firmly in his palms.

The next second, the man suddenly pushed her towards the fish tank. Her back bumped into the solid glass and her face wrinkled with pain. She did not even have the chance to resist him.

“Miss Mont, I’m quite interested in you.”

His frivolous tone infuriated Verian. She lifted her head and glared at the handsome yet irritating face. Nervousness struck her hard. Just when his thin lips were about to touch hers, she trembled and pushed him away. She turned around and ran out of the office.

Heaton stared at the slender figure who was fleeing away. His thin lips pulled into a faint smile. He squinted his eyes slightly and took a glance at the strand of black hair on his palms.

…

Verian stumbled out of the office. Her emotions were jumbled up. Suddenly, she ran into a woman.

Crash.

The files in the woman’s hands scattered on the floor. She immediately bent down to help pick up the files. “I’m sorry.”

Verian handed the woman the files. A trace of shock flashed across Nancy Xander’s eyes as her eyes met Verian’s.

“I’m sorry for bumping into you.”

Nancy smiled politely and took the files. “It’s ok.”

Verian left. Nancy frowned after she entered the elevator.

‘The woman’s eyes looked so much alike to Little Jelly Bean’s.’

She looked at the noisy interview room and her uneasiness grew. Was Heaton looking for Little Jelly Bean’s biological mother?

Holding onto the files, she walked towards the president’s office in her high heels. Just when she was about to knock on the door, she heard people talking inside the room.

“This is Verian Mont and Little Jelly Bean’s hair. Send it for DNA testing immediately.”

Indeed, Heaton was looking for Little Jelly Bean’s biological mother.

Her knuckles turned white as she clutched onto the files.

The office door was opened and Kush walked out from the office. He saw Nancy who was standing in front of the office. Although he was slightly stunned, he still greeted her, “Director Xander, are you looking for BOSS?”

“Oh, the finalize poster for ‘Only in the Dreams Could I Feel Freedom’ is out. I’m here to show him the poster.”

Kush lightly nodded his head and said, “BOSS is inside the office. Director Xander, I’ll have to make a move first as I have some other stuff to handle.”

Nancy looked at the white envelope in Kush’s hand. Curiosity filled her eyes. “Assistant Kush, what is this?”

She raised her hand and tried to take the envelope, but Kush backed away alertly. He said in a faint smile, “It’s nothing much. I’ll excuse myself first, Director Xander.”