Task NO.1: How To Pursue Miss CEO

Chapter 118 Unworthy Of Him

“Oh, I didn’t know about that.”

Selena put down her glass and headed straight to the washroom. Everyone was busy in the banquet hall now, so the washroom was empty at this moment.

Standing before the mirror, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Actually, they’re right. Who else is worthy of Pierre Fowler besides Meredith? Just the fact that she’d given birth to a pair of twin boys for him put her above everyone else, what’s more when she’s also an award-winning best actress and the perfect goddess as acknowledged by the public?

Then, she thought, Looking at myself, while it’s true that I’m the president of JNS Corporation and a woman on Forbes World’s Billionaires List, I was also kicked out of the Yard Family. The fact that I slept with an unknown man was also publicized during Megan’s wedding, and it’s also a known fact that I have an illegitimate daughter. How am I worthy of him?

Out of the blue, a breath of cold air hit her from the back. While she froze, Pierre hugged her around the waist from behind. “What were you thinking?”

Selena instantly glanced at the door warily, only to see that he’d closed the washroom door. “What are you doing? Let go of me!” she whispered, afraid that someone outside would hear them.

were you thinking that made you lost in

not you! Let go!” Selena tried to pry his hands away, but from her several past experiences, she knew that his hands were like manacles. When he’d gripped

a mocking chuckle. “You’re

but to turn her head away. Her face burned, for she was indeed thinking of him earlier. “You’re getting married tomorrow, so is this really

“What’s inappropriate about it?”

expression, Selena felt doubly insulted. Yeah, what’s inappropriate about it? It’s naturally inappropriate for the average man, but who is he? He’s Pierre Fowler! How could

curses, Pierre hugged her even tighter. “I don’t mind you cursing me out. Anyway, I know you were thinking about me

too loud. Fearful that the people outside would hear

what you’re doing, Pierre Fowler? This is the ladies’ room. If someone

the mirror, finding it very

“You…”