Martha Evans gasped. What, what should she do? She was just lying to the front desk ladies with the main attention to sneak off to the HR department for an interview. She never thought to meet their President in person.

Stomping her feet in the conference room, she walked back and forth a few times. Come on, Martha Evans thought to herself, you have come this far to break into the "pyramid" alone, so why don't you try your luck and seize this chance?

Pacing her feet to the door, she had to go to the bathroom first to fix her makeup. She had to make herself look decent even if she was not much of fabulous beauty.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened, she bumped into a wide chest. The reckless her was knocked back a few steps with her ankle sprained unfortunately and her glasses flew away.

"Ah, my glasses." She crawled on the ground and fumbled for her glasses. She would be hard to recognize a person if the glasses were taken off because she was extremely short-sighted.

Eh, she vaguely saw her glasses in front of her and reached out for them.

A leather shoe stepped on them. She seemed to hear something broke with a cracking sound.

Her hand touched a leather shoe: "My glasses!" She howled.

The shoes moved away and the glasses on the floor shattered indeed.

Martha Evans picked up the "skeleton " left by the fragmented pair of glasses. She stood up in a huff. The man standing in front of her had an aggressive aura, whose five facial features appeared in front of him in a hazy and fuzzy way but with definite contour.

Her eyes flashed fire so that she did not care what he looked like: "Why did you trample my glasses? Are you blind or what?"

The man's extremely attractive voice came, "I did it on purpose, so what?"

Froze for a moment, Martha Evans did not expect this person to utter such wild words. She gnashed her teeth ferociously: ''How dare you do that on purpose and still be so arrogant?"

"You're finally here."

"What?" Those abrupt words blindsided her.

The men rubbed off with her and walked over to the conference table and sat down in the chair of the President.

This unique smell of cologne Martha Evans felt d茅j脿 vu. She looked at the figure in front of her, trying hard to make out his appearance.

"Come here." He reached out his slender index finger and curled it at her.

Martha Evans had an affectedly hostile look on her face: "Unless you return my glasses."

"You do not seem to be so shortsighted."

"Yes, I'm not such short-sighted. But without this pair of glasses, I can't see much at all in my gaze." The reason Martha Evans was so angry was that this was a gift from her adoptive father when she went to university. Although it was not expensive, she had always cherished it. She was reluctant to replace it even its strength was not enough.

"Do you have a sister?" The man said another inexplicable sentence.

Martha Evans 's face was bewildered in his unprovoked manner. She knew very well what he was up to: "Don't you try to change the subject. I have no time to talk to you about the family. Whether I have a sister or not is none of your business. Pay me for my glasses!" Since it was already broken, she had to make him pay for it anyhow. She walked up to him, spreading her palms to ask for it.

"Answer me." The coldness in his tone seemed to make the temperature in the conference room drop numerous degrees at once.

Martha Evans thought in her mind with burning anger: what is this commanding tone? Does he still think of himself as a king when he has done something wrong?

"Sir, you think I" Before she could finish her sentence, her hand was yanked violently and the next moment her upper body was laid onto the table.

"What, what are you doing?" Martha Evans stammered in shock at the sudden putting down.

The blurring figure in front of her bent down and brought his face closer and closer. His powerful manly scent assaulted her, making her little heart suddenly beating violently with joy in her chest.

"Don't you come any closer! I'm going to scream!"

His face paused at a distance of ten centimeters from her: "Didn't you want to see me? Now I am right in front of you. Why are you putting on such an act?" His voice sent goosebumps through Martha Evans who was unable to move as she was being held down. The scent on his body gave her a sense of familiarity as if she had smelled it somewhere, but had no memory of it at all.

"You know me?" Martha Evans asked in a weak manner.

His face came closer and his mouth was almost at the root of her ear: "You tell me?"