Chapter 7 Will She Still Have a Job

The receptionist studied Gwendolyn again and ascertained that she didn’t resemble a socialite. Instead, she appeared more like a scarlet woman who was there to garner benefits with her looks.

“How are you a client? Worse still, you asked to see the CEO right off the bat. Do you know that Angle’s CEO has a net worth of hundreds of millions? He’s someone a wench like you can never dream of bagging!”

Having been called a “wench,” Gwendolyn almost gave a bark of laughter in her towering fury.

Based on my net worth, I’m probably way above the CEO of Angle Corporation. What a snob!

Not in the mood to yak with such a wretched employee, she put on a stern expression. “Give your superior a call and say that I’ve arrived. If he refuses to see me, I’ll bear the consequences.”

The receptionist wanted to continue snubbing Gwendolyn, but the latter’s sharp gaze that carried a bone-deep chill petrified her so much that she swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue.

“Remember what you said! All consequences will be on you!”

Snorting, the receptionist narrated the turn of events to her superior with much embellishment. Throughout it all, her gaze on Gwendolyn grew increasingly arrogant.

Truth be told, she couldn’t wait to see the latter being thrown out by security.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as she wished.

Her smile gradually froze, and utter astonishment blanketed her features.

less guess what was

questioned,

top floor, l-level

exact floor number, Gwendolyn took the elevator with

receptionist gaped at her

so deferentially? Could it be that she’s… the CEO’s lover? No, I’ve got to tell everyone

when she

instant she pushed open the door to the CEO’s office, the man sitting on the couch stood up and

blue suit, looking regal and dignified. When his eyes fell on

been a long time, Kiddo. Congratulations on your

he spoke, his baritone

“Treyton?”

red-rimmed, surprise flooding her. Never had she imagined that the current CEO of Angle Corporation would turn

her suitcase away, she rushed forward

you miss me,

head in

other, but she’s still the

hair smilingly, gripped by the urge to give

the right to pick on the beloved heiress of

expression had gone icy, Gwendolyn hurriedly

I signed an agreement with Dad. He wants me to boost Angle’s profits by five percent compared to the previous

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