Martha Evans felt like an electrical shock went through her body. She desperately wanted to get out of this situation. Come on, she was here only for an interview! Now, what should she do about being seen by the President?

"You let me go first. Could we have a nice talk?" If the tough means did not work, the soft ones might do.

But the man up there clearly bought neither of those two means: "Why, are you shy?"

Beyond what she could stand, she wanted to put out her foot and kick him, but he grabbed her feet promptly. Now, the two were in a more blushing manner.

"Trying to murder your husband? This charge can be severe." The man flirted with a teasing tone.

Martha Evans glared angrily at the "husband", although she did not know whether the sight fell on the right place: "You psychopath! Let go of me or I'll really scream out!"

"Scream, scream as you like. No one will come to rescue you after all." Because all here belonged to mine, he thought to himself.

"Ah!" Sure enough, no one outside responded.

"Help!" She screamed again, still no response.

Making a "tut", the man showed his dislike for her being too noisy. Then he covered her mouth with one hand and pinned both her feet with his knees to suppress her.

" Hmm, hmm" she could make a sound. Somebody helped me, said in her mind.

The man stared at her face for a moment and said in a faint voice, "You are not her."

Yeah, I was no her. So, let me go, she wailed in her heart.

"I knew it at first sight." He muttered again.

Yeah, well, I'm obviously not that guy.

"But this face of you......."

"Ah!" he cried out in pain, his hand loosening.

Martha Evans bit his hand hard in attention to take this opportunity to escape. But she did not expect that she was carried back by a big hand like a chicken within two steps. With her back against his chest, his hand strangled her neck and once again she was clamped down.

Now she finally knew what it means to be too feeble to truss a chicken as tears ran over her face.

"You're crazy. Get off me, I'm going to call the police on you, you pervert!" Martha Evans cried out with a sobbing voice.

"You must have plotted long enough. What do you want from me with this face?" His fingers traced her cheeks whose delicate touch reminded him a little of the aftertaste.

Seeing that he was already incoherent, Martha Evans confirmed that a madman had walked into this Raymond Group: "I am sorry. Just let me go, I won't tell anyone that you escaped into here." As soon as she got out, she would call the police and put the lunatic back in the loony bin!

As he crossed her face with his fingers to her chin, Martha Evans jolted and decided to repeat the same trick once again. She bowed her head and bit the back of his hand hard.

He let out a low cry. The moment his hand was released, Martha Evans dashed out with a hundred-meter sprinting speed.

He looked at his bitten palm and back of his hand, letting out a low curse, "Damn."

Martha Evans rushed out of the Raymond Group as if she was chased by a monster. She hailed a taxi at hand and jumped in it: '' Brother cabby, hurry up!'' I'm being hunting!"

Chris Carter stared at Mr President's bleeding hand and drew a cold breath: ''President, who would dare to wound your hand?'' Could it be that woman just now?

He calmly and casually wrapped the bandage around his hand twice without frowning, "Get a new pair of these glasses after the sample."

Chris Carter looked at the broken glasses on the table, "Okay." These glasses look a little familiar.

"Besides, ask the manager of HR department to meet me."

"Yes, President."

A week later, Martha Evans was sitting at her desk in the Legal Department of Raymond Group, typing on her keyboard constantly. Before going off work, she had to type and upload all the information, otherwise she had to work overtime.

To recount, she had been admitted for almost a week, and she still couldn't understand how she could get employed. The day after she met the madman on the 58th floor and ran away, Martha Evans regretted that she had escaped like that and let such a good interview opportunity slip away.

To her surprise, she received a call the next day informing her of going to work.