Inside, Cheng Anya was practically crying—cursing her own naïve stupidity from seven years ago!
Even if Ye Third Young Master hadn't been as intimidating or cold back then, she should've still had better judgment. How could she have mistaken him for someone else? Worse yet, she even threw him a hundred bucks as payment!
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Cheng Anya, you idiot!
If Ye Chen ever recalled that ridiculous night—and found out she secretly gave birth to Ning Ning—she'd be totally screwed, utterly doomed.
Would it be too late to say she walked into the wrong office?!
And what was that expression on his face? Beast! He was looking at her like she was prey, those green flames in his eyes flashing with menace. Damn it, could he not look at her like that?
"Are you sure you're of legal age?" Ye Chen leaned back, a lazy smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. This girl—why did she look like she had facial paralysis? Couldn't she show a single expression?
Humiliation. This was absolute humiliation!
Damn it, seven years ago when you devoured me whole, you didn't care whether I was underage or not, did you?
Cheng Anya seemed to forget—it was she who had seduced him first.
"President Ye, I'm twenty-four. I am of legal age," she replied with a deadpan seriousness.
Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, fingers laced under his chin, eyeing her with a smirk that wasn't quite a smile. The look in his eyes reminded her of a snake.
A cold, wet snake.
Cheng Anya's heart pounded nervously.
Did he really not remember her at all?
Her heart raced like a startled deer, cold sweat breaking out on her back. Her nerves suddenly tightened. Logically speaking, for a man like Ye Third Young Master to be set up like that—and then get tossed a hundred bucks—it had to be the most humiliating moment of his life. He should remember it vividly!
Unless... this kind of thing happened to him all the time, and he'd just gotten used to it?
The mere thought left Cheng Anya mentally flailing.
"The specific workflow—Miss You will explain it to you. Since you're the number one secretary in London, let's see what you're capable of. If there's nothing else, you can go," Ye Chen said, his tone cold and indifferent as always.
His deep eyes gave nothing away.
"Yes, President Ye!" Cheng Anya answered, finally able to breathe a little easier.