CHAPTER 15: CHAPTER 15: WARNED

Ivy Jennings, 25 years old, young and beautiful, capable in her work. She rarely smiles, perhaps because she has spent too much time around the CEO, she also carries a naturally intimidating aura.

At this moment, the Lamborghini had already driven away. Faye Turner directly searched for this car model on her phone, and was dumbfounded when she saw the price.

It turned out to be a Lamborghini worth tens of millions!

"Trying to get the CEO’s attention? Don’t bother, you’d be left with nowhere to be buried," Ivy coldly warned.

Suddenly, someone appeared behind her, startling Faye Turner.

She gripped her phone and turned her head sharply, as Ivy shot her a piercing glance, "Stay away from the CEO." After the warning, she turned to leave.

"Who are you? What gives you the right to remind me? Mind your own business!" Faye Turner shouted at the woman’s back, "I’m not of a different species from him, why can’t we be together?!"

Today, I’ve had enough of this humiliation. I’m done holding back!

Ivy stopped in her tracks, frowning. It had been a long time since anyone dared to speak to her in such a tone.

She’s the CEO’s secretary, many people don’t even have time to flatter her on a daily basis!

Ivy turned around, her cold gaze fixed on the figure heading toward the bus stop, her eyes darkened.

The bus hadn’t arrived yet; Faye Turner looked at the bus stop sign. There’s a direct line to Aqua Flora Residences, only four stops away.

Taking a taxi starts at 6 bucks, the bus only costs 1.5, and Milo’s tuition is due soon. She needs to save money, every penny counts.

Her phone rang, she took a look, it was Adrian Lancaster calling. She rolled her eyes at the screen and answered, "What is it?"

"I’ll send an address to your WeChat," the man’s voice was low, calm and unhurried, "come over now."

"Why should I?" Faye Turner’s heart was filled with anger, he had acted as if he didn’t know her in the lobby today, making her look like a fool, embarrassed in the design department all day!

Adrian Lancaster paid no mind to her little tantrum, "If you still want to keep this job, come over immediately."

His tone wasn’t threatening, as if calmly suggesting she could come or not.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Faye Turner didn’t even get the chance to speak again; she didn’t even know where that place was. She opened WeChat to check the address, it was quite far and there was no direct bus route.

Reluctantly, so as not to provoke this CEO husband, she had to take a cab to the meeting.

It wasn’t until she arrived that she realized it was a restaurant, seemingly high-end, with the sunset outside and the warm yellow lights inside blending together.

Just as she was unsure and wanted to call him again to confirm the address, she spotted the driver who had just been waiting at the company entrance walking towards her.

Mr. Kerr, nearing 50, dressed casually, was a clean, refreshing, and amiable elder, "Miss Turner, please come inside."

Adrian Lancaster had Mr. Kerr wait here for her.

Faye Turner smiled and greeted him, following him into this high-end, grand Chinese restaurant, and headed upstairs.

The place had a somewhat vintage décor, the spiral staircase was grand, and the railings were intricately carved.

Faye Turner wondered if Adrian Lancaster was going to treat her to dinner.

After going upstairs, Mr. Kerr helped her open a door, "Miss Turner, please go inside."

"Thank you," she whispered her thanks, and when she walked into the private room, she saw Adrian Lancaster, dressed in a black shirt, sitting in a relaxed position, one leg crossed over the other by the round table.

Mr. Kerr didn’t come in, closing the door behind her.

Adrian Lancaster’s probing gaze was fixed intensely on her.

It made Faye Turner feel as nervous as during an interview. Since learning his true identity, she’d become awfully restrained around him.

The fragrance of the dishes lingered in the private room, at least 20 exquisite dishes were displayed on the round table. At Faye Turner’s home, such abundance only came during the New Year.

"Take a seat, Mrs. Lancaster." The man had a faint smile on his lips as he looked at her, a subtle tenderness between his brows.

Faye Turner’s throat tightened, it all felt like a Hongmen Banquet, "Just say what you mean, no need for all this."

The feeling of being with the king like being with a tiger was overwhelmingly strong.