After a pause, Qin Mu narrowed his dark eyes slightly and continued speaking, "I hope... Mrs. Qin, you won’t let down."
Mu Wan’s heart skipped a beat as she watched the tall man directly settle into the back seat, motioning for his assistant to drive. Seeing this, Mu Wan carried her drawing board and also sat in the back seat.
"Madam... would you like to put your drawing board in the trunk? Isn’t carrying it like this tiring?"
"It’s fine, I’m used to carrying it..."
"Alright..."
Hearing this, the corner of Qin Mu’s mouth curled into a faint sneer.
Used to carrying it...
It’s more that she couldn’t let go of the artwork inside her drawing board.
For example... the man playing basketball.
Qin Mu increasingly felt... damn, he really was being cuckolded.
...
When Mu Wan followed Qin Mu into the private dining room at the restaurant, Mr. Paul had already been waiting for a while.
"Sorry for being late. Sothing ca up today..."
Qin Mu spoke directly, expressing his apology. Paul wasn’t the type to nitpick... he waved it off.
"No problem... Mr. Qin, the fact that you traveled all the way to France... is already a huge surprise for ."
Mu Wan: "..."
Mu Wan tugged at the corner of her lips, her beautiful eyes dimming slightly, feeling out of place in this distinguished and grand environnt.
The perfect European architecture, every detail in the decor was done to perfection.
Especially Mr. Paul in front of her, along with the team behind the man—all dressed impeccably in suits, including the won in professional skirts.
She herself... really stood out like a sore thumb.
Mu Wan clenched her small hands, slowly trying to ease her discomfort.
Paul’s blue eyes fell on Mu Wan, and his expression froze...
This woman... dressed in a white dress and canvas shoes...
Her hair was a bit disheveled, the white dress stained with dust... carrying a drawing board on her back...
Though her appearance was sowhat ssy, it exuded an air of purity, making it hard to look away and instinctively wanting to glance a few more tis.
Hmm, a woman who catches the eye, like a daisy... refreshing.
"Mr. Qin... who is this?"
"Hmm... My secretary."
"Mr. Qin, truly remarkable to achieve such accomplishnts at such a young age. Even in recruiting talent, you stand out..."
"Paul, you flatter ."
Qin Mu curved his lips, but the smile never reached his eyes, exuding a detached deanor.
With the help of the assistant earlier, Mu Wan had been wearing translation earphones and overheard the conversation between Qin Mu and Mr. Paul. Her beautiful eyes widened slightly... Then, eting Qin Mu’s mischievous black eyes, she instantly understood the man’s intentions.
Qin Mu... was utterly unbearable.
Mu Wan pressed her lips together, distinctly feeling Mr. Paul’s attention locked onto her, with a hint of speculation in his gaze.
"Hello, I’m Mu Wan... Nice to et you, and apologies, I don’t speak French."
As Mu Wan prepared to extend her right hand, she realized her hand was injured, so she could only offer a faint curve of her lips.
Mr. Paul listened to Mu Wan’s words, supplented by the assistant’s translation, and understood what Mu Wan intended to convey.
This international CEO... the secretaries by his side were all proficient in eight languages.
But this... this young woman seed too inexperienced, as if she didn’t belong in the business world.
She didn’t look like a secretary at all.
Paul narrowed his eyes slightly, suspecting that the "secretary" role was a re facade, while the truth was probably closer to "lover."
The title of "secretary" just made it sound more palatable.
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