Who Is The Real Boss?

Chapter 4 His Superwoman

"Look! Who is that woman that came in with Mr.Benton? She's so beautiful and elegant!"

"Wow! Her legs are so straight and thin! I have never seen anyone as beautiful as her!"

"Is she Mr.Benton's fiancee?"

"How is that possible? It can't be!"

Many of the employees began to wonder who Annabel was.

The most common guess was that she was a business partner.But when she left Rupert and went into the personnel department to sign in, they all realized who she was.

The news spread in the company in no time.

It turned out that the woman who came in with Rupert was Annabel.

People didn't know what to believe anymore.

Didn't they say that Annabel was an ugly bumpkin? How come she was drop-dead gorgeous? While Annabel was going over the necessary formalities, the employees in the secretarial department were gossiping about her.

"Annabel is so beautiful! She's even prettier than Heather Norman!" an employee commented.

Nina Jones, the head of the department, had a frown on her face and disdain in her eyes.

She said maliciously, "Looks aren't everything.Beauty doesn't change the fact that she's a poor village girl who doesn't know anything about city life.She's not worthy enough to be Mr.Benton's wife."

Annabel had just walked into the secretarial department when she heard these words.

A hint of irony flashed in her eyes.She retorted in a clear voice, "If I'm not worthy enough to be his wife, who is? You?"

froze.She looked away and didn't dare to retort.She couldn't afford to offend

amount of work despite your status.Here is the document about the advertisement the company is going to shoot today.It's yours to

Annabel took the

others surrounded Nina

Annabel is new.Don't you think she will screw it

spark of mischief

Marcel Brooks—a young and bad-tempered

him.She looked forward to seeing Annabel fuck things up on her first

through the document that

raised her eyebrows when she saw Marcel's name in there;

him, "Nina Jones handed over Marcel's shoot to Miss Hewitt

a friend of

knew that Marcel had a bad

Annabel would suffer a lot at his hands if she worked with him

this morning, Rupert finally replied, "No, let

take delight

charge of everything

employees went downstairs to

a black Bentley

out wearing a pair

age of nineteen, he already had millions of fans all over the

fame contributed to his

head up high and walked like he owned

and extended her hand for a

person in charge of

take her hand or

to waste.By the way, buy me a cup

he finally

Annabel! Am I