Chapter 2 Did Miss Emerson Offer Me a Ride?

“Damn, playing hard to get, so clever!”

“Looks like a little white rabbit, but she's quite scheming.”

Kane completely lost his patience. "Sheila, does it have to be like this?"

The next second, Sheila hung up the phone directly.

The private room was silent at first.

Then someone spoke up, "She probably doesn't really want to break up, she just wants to force you to marry her."

"Why don't you just let it go? It's a good way to end it and avoid trouble."

Kane suddenly let out a dismissive laugh, "Break up that easily?"

Others chimed in.

"Exactly, it's obviously playing hard to get, I bet she'll be begging to get back together in less than three days."

"Three days? I bet one day."

"Haha, want to start a betting pool?"

Kane relit a cigarette, saying lazily, "I bet two hours."

Sheila covered her mouth tightly, turning and walking away.

In the back stairwell, Sheila crouched there, crying her heart out, her phone flashing insistently, ringing again and again.

Through teary eyes, she tapped to answer, and Justin Gray's anxious voice came through the receiver.

"Sheila, why haven't you brought the wine yet?"

"If the collaboration falls through, we're both finished!"

"And there's a 100,000bonus, don't you want it?"

A year ago, she competed with five thousand people, squeezing her way into the Ford Group, for the sake of a 30,000monthly salary, plus various benefits.

For the first four years, she lived frugally, diligently earning 5,000 a month, and only saved 200,000.

After joining the Ford Group, in just one year, she saved more than 500,000.

But her boss, Killian Ford, the chief CEO of the Ford Group Group, was not easy to please.

Notorious for being strict, picky, and obsessed with cleanliness, she was practically on call 24 hours a day, and it could be said that she hadn't had a good night's sleep.

Often a message or a phone call in the middle of the night, and she would be sitting in front of the computer until dawn.

Kane had repeatedly tried to persuade her to resign, but she was unwilling to compromise.

At first, she was doing it to buy a house and get married, but later she discovered that she was really learning a lot at the Ford Group.

Love might be gone, but at least she still had a livelihood, right?

She had to pull herself together as quickly as possible, instead of living like a pathetic creature that had been abandoned.

Sheila went to the restroom to wash her face, touched up her makeup, and then carried the two bottles of wine back to the VIP suite.

As soon as she entered, Justin, looking tense, rushed up to her, "Sheila, you're finally here, I was about to drink myself to death."

The 1.8-meter tall muscle man almost burst into tears when he said this.

Sheila was instantly infected, returning to that state of high mental tension.

Just then, Killian cast a cold glare in her direction, and Sheila felt a chill down her spine.

She hurriedly handed over the poured wine, cautiously approaching him, "Mr. Ford."

Killian wore a tailored high-end suit. His skin was very fair, and the pure black color made him look even more aloof. The collar of his dark shirt was slightly open, revealing a small section of his sharply defined collarbone. The overall sense of abstinence was not diminished in the slightest by this touch of casualness.

Every time Sheila saw him, she felt that he was radiating the message: "Keep away, or you'll die."

However, Killian didn't even give her a glance.

The other party was Eric, the president of a multinational corporation that had a deep partnership with the Ford Group, a blue-eyed, blonde, fifty-something Caucasian man.

Normally, the group would have secretaries for this type of dinner, and she wouldn't need to be there.

But Eric had specifically requested her presence.

Killian hadn't insisted that she had to come. It was Justin who asked her, "100,000bonus, are you going?"

For the house with Kane.

Sheila only considered it for three seconds before nodding righteously, "I'll go!"

So if she ran away halfway, it would indeed make Eric think that Killian was not giving him any face, and even a sure thing collaboration might be affected.

Killian wouldn't sympathize with her heartbreak; he would just fire her.

If she also lost her job, she would really have nothing left.

"Miss Emerson, you were gone for too long, Mr. Ford was missing you."

Sheila gave a flattering smile, "I apologize, Mr. Eric, I'm not familiar with this place, I got lost earlier, I'll punish myself with three glasses."

Then she poured wine for everyone, and drank a full glass in one gulp, like she was drinking water, without even pausing to breathe.

The alcohol went down her esophagus and rolled around in her stomach with a burning sensation, which actually eased the tightness in her heart.

Such a drinking style from a beautiful woman immediately livened up the atmosphere in the private room, and everyone joined in the cheering.

"Wow! Miss Emerson is not only beautiful, but she can also hold her liquor!"

Sheila raised her glass and drank two more glasses in a row.

"There are truly hidden talents around Mr. Ford. He should have brought Miss Emerson out to meet people long ago. It's no good to keep her hidden away."

Killian on the sofa raised his eyelids, glanced at Sheila indifferently, and said nothing.

Of course, no one dared to force Killian to drink, so Sheila was just a scapegoat.

After a few rounds of drinks, Sheila started to feel a little dizzy. Just then, Eric, emboldened by the alcohol, tentatively reached out to put his hand on Sheila's shoulder. Killian suddenly said to her, "Miss Emerson, if you get Eric drunk, how are we going to discuss the collaboration?"

Sheila understood and quickly took the contract out of her briefcase.

Eric withdrew his hand that was hovering in the air.

"Mr. Eric, we have already modified the issues that your group previously raised regarding the high-end nursing home project."

"Why don't we sign the contract first, and then I'll drink with you?"

Eric lecherously swept his gaze over Sheila, then looked at Killian, not hiding his thoughts, "Mr. Ford, Miss Emerson is really outstanding. I wonder if Mr. Ford would be willing to part with her and let Miss Emerson come to work for my group."

"Haha, if not, lending her to me to train my few useless secretaries would also be good."