Bride of the Mysterious CEO

Chapter 285



Chapter 285

Chapter 285 Not Sincere Enough

Skylar and Adams had already created sparks of love, which helped them solve a lot of problems.

If what Michelle said was true, then now Adams’s whole attention would definitely be on Skylar, after all she was pregnant.

As a father of two children, Ryan could naturally understand Adams’s situation now.

However, Michelle did not understand. "Mr. Monor, why are you so happy?"

"It's nothing. You can go to work." Ryan was not in the mood to explain everything to Michelle.

"Then where will you settle your lunch with Miss Thomas tomorrow?" Michelle asked.

"You can just make the arrangements." Ryan was in a good mood. He handed everything to Michelle to make the arrangements and went to his personal apartment on the top floor.

Because of his hidden identity, Ryan often had to stay at the company for several days. So he had made a secret apartment for himself on the top floor of the company.

After taking a bath, Ryan sat on the king size bed and looked at the time. It was night in Western Europe which means it would be day time in china.

After thinking for a moment, Ryan took out his phone and dialed Elena’s number.

The phone rang for a long time before it was picked up. Followed, Elena’s sweet voice, “Ryan?”

Ryan smiled, “What are you doing?”

“Just sitting with the children.” Elena asked him, “Is everything alright there? How is the negotiation going?”

When Ryan said that he was going for a business negotiation, Elena did not doubt it at all.

Ryan thought about his conversation with Amber this morning, and sighed lightly.

“Everything is fine. How are you and the children?”

Just as he finished speaking, he heard a series of tiny babblings coming from the other end of the phone. It was very soft.

Ryan’s lips curled up into a happy smile and he asked, “Are they making things difficult for you?”

The children were still very small and needed to be taken care of. Elena had just recovered from her illness, so it was hard for her to take care of two children once.

This was the reason, why Ryan did not want to come to Western Europe during this period of time.

The next day, close to noon, Amber walked into the president's office with her head high.

She wore a bright red slip silhouette dress that exposed her fair shoulders and long legs perfectly. Her

long hair fell on her shoulder casually and her red lips radiated a womanly charm. Along with the ten centimeters high heels, she looked bold and mysterious at the same time.

"Miss Thomas, what brings you here today?"

Ryan, who was working in his office, heard the sound of high heels from far away. Women in the company were not allowed to wear high heels, so Amber was the only one who came.

As Ryan spoke, he did not even bother to raise his head to look at Amber.

Amber walked in and directly sat opposite of Ryan without any reservation. She raised her chin slightly and said in a soft voice. "Didn't Mr. Michelle tell you that I want to have lunch with you today when he came back yesterday?"

Ryan still did not glanced at Amber. His gaze was fixed on the document in his hands as he said slowly, “Does Miss Thomas thinks that I am idle enough to have lunch with anyone?”

Although there was no obvious change in his hoarse voice, Amber could still hear the mockery in his tone.

Amber clenched her fists and squeezed out a bright smile, “Does Mr. Reynolds thinks I am not sincere enough?”

“What have Miss Thomas done yet to show her sincerity?”

He was clearly talking to her but he was still focused in his documents. Clearly, he did not put Amber in his eyes.

Amber’s smile froze. She did not expect this man to be so tough.

“Mr. Reynolds, I gave you a very profitable project of the Hai City. Every big company including the Monor Group is interested in this project. Isn’t it enough to show my sincerity?”

Ryan finally raised his head from the document to look at Amber.

Amber wore a delicate makeup on her face and her red lips were extremely eye catching. However, looking at this, Ryan felt his eyes hurt.

This was tha raason, why Ryan did not want to coma to Wastarn Europa during this pariod of tima.

Tha naxt day, closa to noon, Ambar walkad into tha prasidant's offica with har haad high.

Sha wora a bright rad slip silhouatta drass that axposad har fair shouldars and long lags parfactly. Har long hair fall on har shouldar casually and har rad lips radiatad a womanly charm. Along with tha tan cantimatars high haals, sha lookad bold and mystarious at tha sama tima. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

"Miss Thomas, what brings you hara today?"

Ryan, who was working in his offica, haard tha sound of high haals from far away. Woman in tha company wara not allowad to waar high haals, so Ambar was tha only ona who cama.

As Ryan spoka, ha did not avan bothar to raisa his haad to look at Ambar.

Ambar walkad in and diractly sat opposita of Ryan without any rasarvation. Sha raisad har chin slightly

and said in a soft voica. "Didn't Mr. Michalla tall you that I want to hava lunch with you today whan ha cama back yastarday?"

Ryan still did not glancad at Ambar. His gaza was fixad on tha documant in his hands as ha said slowly, “Doas Miss Thomas thinks that I am idla anough to hava lunch with anyona?”

Although thara was no obvious changa in his hoarsa voica, Ambar could still haar tha mockary in his tona.

Ambar clanchad har fists and squaazad out a bright smila, “Doas Mr. Raynolds thinks I am not sincara anough?”

“What hava Miss Thomas dona yat to show har sincarity?”

Ha was claarly talking to har but ha was still focusad in his documants. Claarly, ha did not put Ambar in his ayas.

Ambar’s smila froza. Sha did not axpact this man to ba so tough.

“Mr. Raynolds, I gava you a vary profitabla projact of tha Hai City. Evary big company including tha Monor Group is intarastad in this projact. Isn’t it anough to show my sincarity?”

Ryan finally raisad his haad from tha documant to look at Ambar.

Ambar wora a dalicata makaup on har faca and har rad lips wara axtramaly aya catching. Howavar, looking at this, Ryan falt his ayas hurt.

In his memories, the Amber, whom he had known from the childhood, wasn’t like this. She didn’t like to put on heavy makeup nor did she like to act in front of people.

But the Amber in front of him was very unfamiliar to him. She was wicked and pretentious.

Ryan lowered his eyes and his mask perfectly hid the disgust of his face. He smiled and said in a hoarse voice, “Miss Thomas thinks too highly of herself. Do I lack profitable projects?”

The meaning of his words was obvious. He meant the project Amber was bloating about was worthless to him.

Amber finally could not control the smile on her face anymore. This Leonardo Reynolds not only did not put her in his eyes, but also was insulting her.

If it was anyone else, Amber would have left long ago. But the person insulting her was Leonardo Reynolds, one of the big shots of Western Europe. She could not offend him.

Furthermore, she still had work that needed his help.

When she thought of this, Amber’s expression eased up a little. She again put on a decent smile and said, “Then what can I do to make Mr. Reynolds believe in me?”

Even that stupid woman, Elena could win Leonardo’s truth, so Amber was overconfident about herself.

Ryan leaned against his leather chair and chuckled. His hoarse voice sounded even more frightening when he was smiling.

He curled up his lips and said, “I don’t think Miss Thomas has anything that can make me believe in her. But. . .”

Ryan paused and looked at Amber’s expression which had changed abruptly. He was Amber’s childhood friend, so he knew very well that Amber could endure anything but rejection.

Ryan smiled and continued, "But since Miss Thomas has come personally, I can at least have a lunch with her."

After Ryan finished speaking, he put down the documents in his hands and stood up. He didn’t even bother to wait for Amber as he walked straight out of the office leaving Amber behind with an ugly expression.


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