The man sitting in the center of the conference room just slightly furrowed his brows. The supervisor reporting was sweating profusely, even starting to stutter.
He had clearly done the most detailed work possible, every number carefully checked, so why did the president still have that expression?
It was as if his courage was about to break from fear, his mouth turned sour, and his tongue began to stumble.
"Get to the point," Joshua Hughes said irritably. The departnt manager was even more troubled. Every piece of data here was a key point.
Just as he was about to burst from anxiety, the phone on the table rang. Looking at the phone number, the man’s brows slowly relaxed, carrying a hint of excitent and so indescribable feeling.
That woman pretends to be so aloof but couldn’t even wait a mont before calling.
He was curious to see her discuss things with him without clothes; he wondered if her body was as enchanting as her face.
A wicked smile curled seductively on his lips.
His slender fingers swiped across the screen, and a deep, elegant voice, laden with a magnetic charm, sounded slowly, "Avery Jane?"
This call inexplicably lifted his mood. He even considered how he might enjoy every inch of her tempting, mouth-watering body slowly.
Avery Jane turned on the speakerphone, and when Evelyn Yates heard Joshua Hughes call "Avery Jane" through the speaker, she was utterly stunned.
Was Joshua Hughes calling Avery Jane’s na?
But Joshua Hughes rarely called her by na. As she struggled to recall from mory, it was laughable that Joshua Hughes had never actually called her by her na.
Yet he knew this was Avery Jane’s phone, and he answered the call without hesitation, saying her na.
Those two words were like a poison that seals the throat upon contact, almost instantly plunging Evelyn into a realm of death.
Avery Jane coldly glanced at the mother and daughter opposite as she hung up the phone, "You can judge whether I’m lying for yourselves. I won’t look for Joshua Hughes, but I won’t swear either. I don’t need empty oaths or gestures to prove my feelings for Wenyard. If you dare to pressure again, next ti I won’t be making this call; I’ll bring him to the Yates Family personally."
Avery Jane was well aware of Joshua Hughes’s intentions, so using him to scare them a little shouldn’t be considered excessive.
"What are you trying to do, Avery Jane, using your looks to seduce? Do you think you’ll win? You better not act recklessly, or else I, I...?" Harper Johnson had lost the montum she had earlier to drive her away, yet she still spoke stubbornly, perhaps it was all just a coincidence?
This must have been a facade fabricated by Avery Jane, that woman?
"Then Evelyn also used her looks for influence; should we compare who can please him more with their charm?" Avery Jane said expressionlessly, having long beco weary of everything in this household.
It was rely an attachnt to the warmth left behind by Wenyard, and also a place where she could still reminisce in finer detail.
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The large, well-defined hand tightly gripped the disconnected phone.
In the vast conference room, for an instant, it seed as if the entire temperature dropped, descending to below freezing.
Joshua Hughes’s eyes were like they had thin frost forming, and his whole body emitted a frightening chill, spreading rapidly. His gloomy face flashed with a violent light, his sharp features seemingly chiseled by axe and sword—this woman must have borrowed courage from the heavens.
The people below seed to quiver in fear under such a strong aura, even their speech stamred unclear.
It appears he ntioned soone nad Avery Jane; could it be that this woman angered him?
A woman like that really ought to be dragged away and beaten to death with sticks, the subordinates thought, breaking out in sweat from the tense atmosphere of the ice-cold office.
Joshua Hughes’s eyes were lit with dangerous light. Her call had filled him with quiet delight just a mont ago, but the image he pictured of her agreeing to him burst like a beautiful soap bubble in the sunlight—no one dared joke with him like this.
No one dared toy with him, this woman deserved a lesson, his lips slowly curling into a cold smile, like a devil from the lowest layer of Inferno, instilling terror and making one speechless.
The handso devil spread his black wings, flying low, weaving through...
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