The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

It was undeniable that she really wanted to sound him out so that she could know whether he didn't agree her to resign because of his special feeling. Anyway, she still held a trace of expectation, but dare not express it abruptly.

Nowadays, he had a fiancee.

That woman was an aggressive character.

"Since Miss Steele can't successfully persuade me, I hope Miss Steele will stop resigning from now on. Although you are outstanding, Miss Steele must have accumulated some experience in job hunting these days. It is not easy to find a better job than that you own now, no matter in terms of the position or the salary." Alan looked at her with his meaningful eyes.

Olive was stunned. How did he know that it was not smooth for her to find a job? Did he interfere that?

She dared not think deeply, but she couldn't help being curious. "Originally, I have the chance to get the offer from two companies. Don't tell me that it was you who obstructed me and made me lose the chance."

Alan showed a rare smile, "Miss Steele thinks so highly of me. Luo city is not my territory."

It was true he had thought about that, but someone else had done that for him. Why didn't he gladly look on the results he wanted?

Olive looked at him quietly as if she was trying to tell whether his words were true or not. He called her "Miss Steele" all the time, which was polite and alienated. Perhaps, those so-called ambiguities, was only her own illusions, because she did not forget the beautiful memory related to them.

As for his appearance in Luo city, maybe it was just a coincidence. It was not surprising that a person like he flew

late. If she decided to continue to work here, she would try her best t

took over Hengdu Company, She was not unwilling to stay here, but

made her feel like walking on

to be dealt with. I'm in the office. If there are any problems,

sentence behind, he went into the office and never came out

But Olive always felt strange but she couldn't speak out what was

of work to be dealt with and there wasn't much time to think about it. Perhaps, because there was

was busy with working until 4 p.m.. She pounded her waist and shoulder to

mistakes with her eyes keeping closing from exhaustion, she printed more than a dozen copies, bound into a book, and put

still busy? Presumably,

hand, but finally put down and sighed softly. Even though she knocked

went into the staff lounge, where there were sofa benches. She wanted to have a rest

or three hours, so that she went

her up, "Olive, why do you sleep here? You are not afraid to

and took her cell phone to watch the time. Finding that it had been work hours,

slept too

my eyes dark?"