NovelEnglishChapter 1182 The man who stepped in was the deputy manager of the corporation. He'd received word that Belinda, the head of HR, had spoken out against him to Mr. McMillian, blaming him for the recent staff changes in the company.
He had just intended to step in and defend himself, but instead, his attention was caught by the sight of a young woman lounging on the couch. She was engrossed in her phone with one hand, and in the other, she held a bag of potato chips, munching away without a care in the world.
Lou froze in disbelief. Who on earth was this girl? How could she be so bold as to eat junk food on Mr.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMeMillian's priceless leather couch? Everyone knew that Mr. McMillian not only kept his distance from women but was also a bit of a clean freak.
If even a single crumb of her chips fell onto Mr. McMillian’s expensive carpet, she wouldn't be getting away with it.
Yet there she was, eating her chips as if she didn't have a single worry in the world.
“Had your fill of watching?" The voice cfrom Romeo, who had just walked in carrying an armload of drinks from the snack cabinet, his squinted eyes reflecting a hint of danger.
Lou's eyes widened in shock, wondering if his eyesight was failing him.
Only a few months ago, Mr. McMillian had put a six-foot-tall cabin his office. Lou had speculated multiple times about what secrets it might hold, only to find out now that it was filled with snacks and drinks.
Seeing was believing, but Lou still found it hard to believe.
“Mr. McMillian, | need to speak with you" Lou stared in shock as Romeo placed the drinks on the coffee table in front of the couch. With a gentle tone, he addressed the girl, "The coffee is still hot. Take a look at these, see if there's anything you'd like to drink." There were juices, sodas, other beverages, and even bottled water.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Go ahead with your work.” The girl, Arabella, lifted her gaze from her phone and glanced at the table. Spotting a bottle of lemonade, she reached for it.
Romeo, noticing her movement, beat her to it, twisted open the cap, and held the bottle to her lips.
Arabella took a sip.
“How is it?" “Not bad." Arabella eyed the packaging of the bottle. Was this new? Made by McMillian Corporation? “l knew you liked it, so | set up a separate production line” Romeo replied. Upon noticing Lou's lingering gaze on Arabella, he asked with a slight frown, "Do you find her attractive?" “No, no, no." Lou shook his head frantically. But on second thought, he hurriedly added, "She's beautiful. Miss, you're absolutely stunning. The words ‘beautiful’, ‘breathtaking’, and ‘mesmerizing’ all fail to do justice to your beauty. May | be so bold as to ask if you are Mr. McMillian's girlfriend?" Romeo didn't respond, merely helping Arabella take another sip of her lemonade.
“She must be your fiancée!” Lou ventured a guess, "No wonder you two look so perfect together! Congratulations are in order for you and the lovely lady. May you have a long and happy life together." Arabella lifted her gaze to meet Lou's. She hadn't expected the people around Romeo to be so observant.
“Thank you." Her gratitude only made Lou more certain of her identity. She must be the future Mrs. McMillian. No wonder the usually aloof and unapproachable Romeo was personally serving her drinks.
Impressive, truly impressive.
Whoever she was, she was the first one he had ever seen who could make Romeo do her bidding.
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