Can't stop loving you

Chapter 5 Are You Kidding Me

When Viola arrived at the Chu group, she showed the employee of the reception desk a reporter's card.

As if she had known it beforehand, the staff at the reception desk asked her to come up with a decent

smile at the corners of her mouth.

The beautiful receptionist called them as soon as Viola left.

Viola came out of the electric building, turned a corner and came to the door of the CEO's office. She

raised her hand and knocked on the glass door.

The wall and door of the CEO's office were all replaced by white glasses. Because of the special

materials of the office, Viola could not see the scene inside from the outside.

"Come in."

After a while, she heard a familiar and annoying voice from the room. She took a deep breath, endured

the pain in the foot, and swaggered into the room.

Then she asked bluntly, "Maynard, have you finished? If I can't irritate you, why can't I hide? I am a

good citizen and have no enmity with you. Don't you feel embarrassed to embarrass me, a weak

woman? "

Maynard signed on a document, put aside the guide pen, closed it, and glared at her with both joy and

anger. "Is that enough?"

Upon hearing this, Viola trembled in anger and asked, "Tell me, what are you going to do to make me

get away with it?"

"Apologize." Maynard leaned back on the chair and said in a low voice.

Viola pointed at herself, staring at him, "I apologize to you? Why? "

Maynard stood up and walked around the desk to her. With a faint smile on his face, he said, "It seems NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

that you have forgotten that. I'm just reminding you."

A bad foreboding took over Viola. She was pressed on the desk behind her, as if her intuition was right.

"I'm telling you! I've called the police!" Viola raised her head and wanted to bite him.

She tried several times but failed. She was so tired that she leaned back on the smooth table and

panted.

In spite of her quick reaction, Maynard restrained her with one of his hands, and pressed her disorderly

kicking legs under his legs. Viola was exasperated, but she could do nothing to him.

With a water brush in his left hand, Maynard drew on her face while her neck was sore. When it was

almost done, he withdrew from her.

Viola slid down the table, thought of the coldness on her face, and glared at him. "What did you do on

my face?"

Maynard sat on the sofa and threw a mirror to her. "Miss Qi, do you look familiar?"

Viola caught the mirror in panic and looked at her face. She almost fainted with anger when she saw

the ugly turtle on her face.

She bit her lips and forced a smile. "The turtle you drew is strange. I haven't seen it for a hundred

years. Can you draw one for me?"

She rolled up her right sleeve cheekily and refused to admit her crime.

"I'm thirsty. Get me a cup of coffee, please." Maynard raised his eyebrows.

Considering that he had let it go, Viola said courteously, "Coffee, no problem."

"By the way, you can't cover your face."

As she turned around, Maynard added. Viola was about to spit blood.

Wearing a sad face, Viola thought, 'How could I forget there is an animal on my face!'

On their way, Viola was slowly moving forward with a cup of steaming coffee in her hands. All the

employees of the Chu group gathered around to watch her.

Some of them whispered to each other and some of them even picked up their phones to take photos

and post them on micro blog and We Chat.

Viola was on the verge of breaking down. She could only walk faster and lowered her head without

looking at anyone. At least she could not deceive anyone around her.

After she entered the office, she let out a sigh of relief. She placed the coffee on the table and said,

"Mr. Jay, here is your coffee."

Although she said those words politely, she had already cursed him ten million times in her heart.

Maynard poured it directly into the trash can beside and the corners of his mouth rose. "You're here to

interview me, not to serve me with tea or water. Let's get down to business."

Upon hearing this, Viola flushed with anger.

She had no choice but to obey him. She angrily sat on the sofa opposite him, took out her notebook

and began to interview.

First question coming out of Viola's notebook was, "Mr. Chu, do you have any business plan at

present?"

With his hands crossed in front of his chest and a look of disdain on his face, Maynard said, "This is

none of your business? Did you hear me? "

Viola's fingers that were pinching the notebook were a little white. A foxy smile appeared on her face,

"Then what kind of emotional experience do you have, such as who you liked, who you were with and

why you broke up?"

Maynard sneered at her. "Is it necessary for me, an ordinary journalist, to tell you such a private thing?"

As a small reporter, Viola took a deep breath, "What's your preferences?"

"Is that what you should ask?" Maynard sneered at her. "I'm a foreigner. Don't you know it is state

secret?"

"Are you kidding me?" She had asked him for a long time, but she didn't get any answer?

Maynard gave her a cold look and made a judgment slowly, "It's mainly due to your poor working ability.

You can go now."

Noticing the mockery in his eyes, she couldn't help but want to take out her notebook.

It was said that one who broke the silence first would end up dead in it!

Being ridiculed by Maynard and on the verge of collapse, the last string in her brain completely broke

down. Viola put her hands obediently in her heart and ruthlessly tossed the laptop to the front.