Chapter 10: Chapter Ten: It's Not About the Legs

"I'm your boss?"

Emmanuel Wright placed the fish, carefully deboned, into Lena Roxanne's bowl, asking with a teasing tone.

"Hehe, desperate times call for desperate measures," Lena Roxanne replied, smiling ingratiatingly.

"You..."

Emmanuel Wright found her utterly endearing, and there was nothing he could do but spoil her.

After finishing their meal, they were about to leave. The restaurant had an open-air parking lot, and Lena Roxanne and Emmanuel Wright stood on the sidewalk, waiting for Bill Hardy to bring the car around.

"Be careful, Miao!"

A scooter suddenly darted out from behind Lena Roxanne, nearly knocking her over. Emmanuel Wright instantly stood up, pulling her back, and they both tumbled onto the wheelchair.

The girl's hand pressed against the man's chest, feeling his firm pectorals beneath. His heart was beating wildly, just like hers.

Emmanuel Wright's dark, intense eyes stared unblinkingly at Lena Roxanne, making her face flush red inch by inch.

Wasn't this a bit too much? Who could handle such intensity?

But...

"U-uncle, your leg..." Lena Roxanne asked cautiously, afraid of touching on a sensitive subject.

Seeing her hesitating, as if worried about upsetting him, the man's heart softened, and he said calmly, "It's not a problem with my legs."

Noticing that he didn't want to elaborate, Lena Roxanne didn't press further. When he was ready to talk, he would tell her.

They fell into silence again.

"Cough."

A soft cough broke the silence, and they saw Bill Hardy standing nearby, looking up at the sky.

Lena Roxanne snapped back to reality, realizing she was still sitting on the man's lap, and their current position was indeed quite suggestive.

Her face reddened, and she quickly got off him.

On the way back, Lena Roxanne was unusually quiet.

Earlier, she had secretly taken his pulse and discovered several types of toxins in his body, each extremely dangerous and aggressive, yet maintaining a delicate balance among themselves.

Now it seemed her guess was correct; there was nothing wrong with his legs. He must have used some method to confine the toxins to his lower body, preventing them from reaching his vital organs.

Unfortunately...

Lena Roxanne looked at her right hand. Although it appeared normal, it was actually injured and couldn't hold a needle. She would have to wait until it healed before she could detoxify him.

Sighing softly, the girl felt a bit helpless.

Noticing her downcast expression, Emmanuel Wright wanted to distract her.

"Do you want to see where I usually work, Miao?"

Uncle's office!

Lena Roxanne's eyes lit up. She had never seen him at work before.

"Sure, sure."

The girl perked up immediately.

Such a childlike nature, Emmanuel Wright smiled and shook his head, instructing, "Bill Hardy, let's head back to the company."

The Wright Group's branch was located in the twin towers at the city center, a prime location. The fact that the Wright family owned two entire buildings spoke volumes about their wealth and power.

Emmanuel Wright's office was on the 28th floor, with a large panoramic window offering a view of the vast square below.

When Lena Roxanne first entered Emmanuel Wright's office, she thought she had gone to the wrong place.

The black marble desk in the middle exuded understated luxury, but what was that warm yellow desk placed vertically next to it?

The desk was neatly arranged with all sorts of cute stationery and journals, and the shelves beside it were filled with five layers of snacks, drinks, fruits, and pastries.

But the most tempting part was the lazy sofa behind the desk, which looked incredibly soft and could be laid flat, complete with a footrest.

Lena Roxanne sank into the plush sofa, watching anime and sipping milk tea, so comfortable she didn't want to leave.

Oh, the sweet smell of capitalism!

Emmanuel Wright watched her with a smile, tempted to pinch her chubby cheeks.

"If you need anything else, just let me know, and I'll have Bill Hardy get it for you."

He had arranged for these things to be prepared before they returned, but the time was tight, and it might not be complete.

"No, no, this is already perfect."

Lena Roxanne held up her left hand, forming a small heart with her thumb and index finger.

"Uncle, here's my little heart~"

Emmanuel Wright reached out to catch it, playing along.

"Got it."

His serious response made Lena Roxanne blush.

To be honest, a man working diligently was indeed very handsome.

Emmanuel Wright sat at his desk, reviewing documents, the sunlight from the window casting a glow on him. His long, half-lowered lashes framed his sharp, chiseled features, like a masterpiece crafted by Nüwa herself.

Wow, how could Uncle be so good-looking!

Noticing that Emmanuel Wright's cup was empty, Lena Roxanne volunteered to make him coffee.

"It's okay, the secretary can do it."

Emmanuel Wright didn't want his little girl to do the work.

"But I want to make it for Uncle."

Seeing her insistence, he let her go.

Lena Roxanne took his cup and navigated through the corridors to find the pantry. Inside, she found a woman with big wavy hair, dressed in a professional suit, with a curvaceous figure.

Seeing the cup in Lena Roxanne's hand, the woman's expression changed, and she tried to snatch it away.

"I always make coffee for the president." The woman looked at Lena Roxanne arrogantly, "Who are you, anyway?"

Seeing Lena Roxanne dressed like a student, the woman assumed she was an intern from one of the departments downstairs, trying to catch the president's attention.

What, was making coffee some kind of sacred ritual that only she could do? Lena Roxanne didn't understand her logic.

"I want to make coffee for Uncle today." Lena Roxanne dodged, not giving in.

This woman must be Emmanuel Wright's secretary or assistant. She hadn't known that besides Bill Hardy, Uncle had such a pretty assistant. Though she trusted him, she still felt a twinge of jealousy.

Lily, seeing that Lena Roxanne dared to dodge, became even angrier and started mocking her while holding her own cup.

"Tsk tsk, nowadays, young girls don't focus on improving themselves; they all think about climbing the social ladder. But look at yourself, who would want someone like you? Men prefer someone with my figure."

She disdainfully sized up Lena Roxanne, flaunting her curves.

Lena Roxanne: ... This was getting more ridiculous by the second.

"Oh? So, the president likes women like you, then?"

Lena Roxanne raised an eyebrow, curious.

"Of course, I'm the most likely candidate to become the president's wife in the office," Lily said proudly, lifting her chin.

"Is that so? I didn't know."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the doorway.