CHAPTER 181: CHAPTER 181 A STRATEGIC INTRODUCTION

I thought to myself, ’Helping her is just for that thirty thousand dollars.’

I turned off my phone and hurriedly took the elevator down to the third floor. After waiting for a few minutes, I put on an anxious look.

Pushing open the fire exit door, I exclaimed. "Ms. Wilson, I finally found you!"

Tatiana was surprised. "William, how did you know I was here?"

She was too shocked and even forgot to cry.

"Ms. Wilson, why were you crying? And why are you sitting on the ground?" I pretended not to know and asked.

Tatiana flashed a hint of panic, quickly wiping her tears. "No, I just came over to smoke and accidentally fell."

She did smoke, but it was the kind of scented lady’s cigarette, imported, costing one hundred dollars per pack.

I pretended to understand. "So that’s it!"

Reaching out my hand, I said, "Ms. Wilson, let me help you up."

"Let me rest a bit!" She frowned, her face full of pain.

"Ms. Wilson, where did you hit? Should I help you massage it?"

I thought, ’How could I miss the opportunity to show my concern?’

"No need. I just need to rest." She took out a lady’s cigarette from her bag, and I quickly lit it for her. It had a refreshing mint flavor.

"Why are you here?" she asked lightly, looking completely different from before.

"Oh, a friend got me an invitation. I’m just tagging along." I scratched my head and said.

Tatiana frowned. "Even though I didn’t get an invitation, I didn’t expect that a mere employee like you to have such a treatment."

Tatiana said somewhat angrily, "Why didn’t you tell me earlier?"

"I thought you had an invitation."

After all, if she didn’t have an invitation, how did she get in?

"It seems like Edward has a better relationship with you than I thought!" She said. "No wonder Marquesa Vines company and Skylight Group are supporting you. With their connections, you will make a big gain at this media conference."

I smirked and remained silent.

"By the way, I just talked to Steven, you..."

"Steven? Oh, you mean the chairman of the Skylight Group!" I lied, "Isn’t he in the conference hall? What happened between you two just now?"

"Nothing," Tatiana said, "You are very capable and adaptable. Most importantly, you can keep a secret. If you work for me well, I will not treat you unfairly."

"Yes. I will work hard and make you look up to me sooner or later." I said with a mixed meaning.

"Alright, help me up!" Tatiana reached out her hand, and I helped her up. Perhaps due to the impact, her feet were unsteady, and she lunged toward me.

Instinctively, I held her in my arms.

This was the second time I had hugged her. Unfortunately, I accidentally kissed her lightly on the forehead.

Although it was just a light touch, Tatiana pushed me away as if she had been burned.

She was about to fall back.

"Be careful!" I rushed over in a step and grabbed her hand. With a sudden force, Tatiana leaned toward me.

But by then, I had lost my balance. To prevent her from falling and a second injury, I turned around, held her tightly in my arms, and fell straight down.

This fall almost knocked the wind out of me. Beyond my surprise, Tatiana’s lip was on mine.

But at this moment, there was no romance, just pain.

The inertia numbed my lips.

I subconsciously opened my mouth, but in doing so, I ended up covering her small lips.

I widened my eyes, and Tatiana did the same.

We stared at each other for three seconds. After the fourth second, my lower lip was in severe pain as she bit me hard. Then she pushed me away, propped herself up on her knees, and stood up.

She quickly took out a tissue to wipe her mouth.

I thought, ’Damn, I almost fell to save you, and you still found fault with me?’

I touched my slightly swollen lips. The sweet taste of lipstick was mixed with the rusty taste of blood, and I swallowed it with a gulp.

Of course, I had to pretend to be injured at this time, taking deep breaths continuously and making slight sounds. I raised my left hand, muttering softly. "Damn, I hope the wound doesn’t split!"

Hearing this, Tatiana stopped her actions, looking at me with a complex expression.

"Don’t talk about today’s incident. If a third person knows, I won’t let you off." After saying that, she left in a hurry, stepping away in her high heels.

When she left, I couldn’t help but laugh. I hugged her, kissed her, and took a fall for her.

But I couldn’t go out like this. I took out my phone and wiped off the lipstick mark on my lips. There was a wound inside my lower lip that wouldn’t swell down anytime soon.

After smoking a few cigarettes to cover the scent, I finally went out.

Back at the conference venue, Marry said. "Where did you go? Why did it take you so long to come back? Didn’t you see the message I sent you?"

I said, "It was too boring, so I went downstairs to get some fresh air."

Marry nodded, not suspicious. "But why are your lips swollen?"

I said, "Oh, it’s just my bad luck. I accidentally bumped into something. It’s cut inside."

Marry nervously leaned over. "Let me see!"

She lifted my lips and saw the slightly deep wound inside. "Oh, why are you so careless?"

I held her waist. "It’s a small wound, no big deal."

Holly, seeing us so intimate, pretended not to notice anything.

After more than twenty minutes, the meeting finally ended, and everyone moved to the second floor, where the Media Association had set up a feast.

The real trading scene was there. On the big screen on the stage, the transaction amount and the companies involved would be displayed.

"Mr. Maine, I’m going over there." Holly said eagerly.

I nodded and followed behind Marry.

"Oh, Mr. Gonzalez, what are you doing here?" Anyone addressed by Marry with such respect must have a significant status.

Mr. Gonzalez, who appeared to be around forty-five or six, had a crew cut, a medium build, a slight belly, but a very cheerful smile.

"So, Marry, Edward didn’t come?" Mr. Gonzalez asked.

Marry smiled. "Edward is too busy with work and couldn’t make it, so he asked me to come on his behalf."

Mr. Gonzalez nodded, then turned to me. "And who is this?"

"Oh, Mr. Gonzalez, let me introduce you. He is my good friend, William Maine."

"William, this is Mr. Gonzalez, the chairman of the Apocalypse Group."

’Apocalypse Group?’ My brain was in quick operation until I figured it out.

This Apocalypse Group was also quite extraordinary, with a market value of around two to three hundred million dollars, bigger than Wallace company.

I extended my hand. "Hello, Mr. Gonzalez!"

Mr. Gonzalez shook hands, looked me up and down, and then said in a teasing tone, "Your good friend here is quite talented. Your relationship is not simple, right?"

Marry blushed slightly, and he continued, "Young man, cherish this opportunity. Marry has never brought anyone else to such an occasion."