*

The low murmur of the crowd’s discussions came in waves.

Su Yan’s sweat broke out, her teeth clenched with a grit, unable to stay any longer, she gave Jiayi a fierce look, slammed the door, and left the office with her assistant.

After today’s incident, Su Yan estimated it would take at least ten days to half a month before she could show her face in public again, and her reputation among her peers had also taken a hit.

Jiayi’s face relaxed, and her mood significantly improved as well.

The remaining few garment merchants discussed for a while and then left one after another.

The chief director glanced at Jiayi and then at Huo Zhenyang, speaking softly, "Mr. Huo, rest assured, we will make proper arrangements for Miss Chu’s subsequent work and ensure she won’t be overworked."

It was clear to the directors that Mr. Huo’s visit today was purely for Miss Chu.

Even the acquisition of the movie investment qualifications from the former producer might have been for his ex-wife.

Of course, they would take special care of Miss Chu in their future work.

On the sofa, the man’s eyes lifted, falling on Jiayi, and his unfathomable deep gaze emitted a cold, distant light:

"Who asked you to give her special treatment?"

"Ah?" The chief director was taken aback.

"Didn’t Miss Chu say it herself? She has nothing to do with me now. I won’t give preferential treatment to family. I collaborated with F. WANG because her designs were good, but if F. WANG’s designs fall below standard in the future or there are any issues with the work, you should address it in a businesslike manner and enforce discipline as warranted, following the procedure without hesitation," he said with a cool, detached voice.

The directors were dumbfounded. Didn’t Mr. Huo just defend his ex-wife fiercely in front of others? Why was he now asking them to conduct business without special consideration?

This man indeed holds a grudge. Jiayi’s face twitched slightly, and she parted her lips slightly, "Mr. Huo is absolutely right."

The directors had no choice but to agree and then left the room.

As Jiayi followed behind the directors, about to leave, she heard the man’s teasing voice from behind:

"Leaving so soon? After all, I am F. WANG’s bread and butter. Aren’t you going to say ’it’s been a pleasure working together’?"

Jiayi stopped in her tracks, slowly turned around, her head slightly bowed, and didn’t look at him: "It’s been a pleasure working together."

Having said that, she turned around, ready to quickly escape.

It was an overtly perfunctory response!

His expression turned cold, and his face darkened as if covered by storm clouds. He stood up swiftly, stepped forward with two strides, reached out a long arm, and pulled her into his embrace.

Even with George and several bodyguards still in the room, he was too lazy to avoid them.

"Get out."

The man’s roar was filled with boundless anger, instantly filling the room.

Of course, that wasn’t directed at her.

George took a deep breath, hurriedly led the bodyguards out of the room, and closed the door.

Ignoring her cold gaze and struggle, he wrapped one arm around her slender waist, holding her tight, leaned over, pressing his cheek against hers, and muttered teasingly in his deep, husky voice, "Why the rush to leave? We’ll still have plenty of opportunities to meet in the future. If you run this time, there will be a next time."

She finally calmed down, trying to turn her cheek away and avoid eye contact: "Even if we meet, we are just collaborators at work, not like what you’re doing now. Please let go, Mr. Huo."

"What will happen if I don’t let go? Will you accuse me of workplace—sexual harassment? Or of a boss with indecent intentions towards his subordinate?" Each of his words, just like himself, was laced with brazen arrogance.

Her face flushed red, and with anger flaring, she pushed him away with slender hands, like a bristling kitten warning him, "Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Huo. I will consider your suggestion."

His face was covered with a thick frost, and he sneered, "Fine, you can try. Without a familiar lawyer, I can help recommend one."

To sue him was, of course, just an intimidation tactic. How could she possibly win against his team of lawyers?

Jiayi’s pretty face flushed with angry crimson clouds, and finally, calming her heart, she looked up with cold apricot eyes, "So, Mr. Huo’s purchase of the island’s Martial Spirit investment and partnership with F. WANG was all just to humiliate me?"

His eyes were playful as he grabbed the collar of her clothes, pulling her close to his jaw with a deep, hoarse voice:

"If this is what you call humiliation, then what should Nie Yixiao’s treatment towards you be called—tender as water?!"

She bit her lip, silent.

A chill swept through his heart, taking her silence as an affirmation.

During his time abroad, Lawyer Yang kept a very close eye on her.

She wouldn’t have any actions that crossed the line between men and women with Nie Yixiao, but her heart should be tied to Nie Yixiao, right?

A few days ago, she even delivered soup to Nie Yixiao at the airport.

His eyes blazed hotter for a moment, he hadn’t yet settled accounts with her for this matter.

Without sparing any effort, he twisted her small face forcefully, his words dark and heavy with three parts gloom and seven parts sarcasm, "How is it, when the soup was spilt that day, did you continue to bring him soup?"

She found it amusing, "What’s it to Mr. Huo?"

This ignorant little thing! Playing Tai Chi with him, is she?

He leaned forward, pressing in, "Not my business, is it!"

She finally couldn’t take it anymore, gritting her teeth, "No, okay?!"

Only then was he slightly satisfied, yet he still did not let go of her, "Would you still dare to have dinner alone with him?"

What did he mean by "still"? Jiayi was stunned.

"The one who sent my son to get rid of Lawyer Yang, wasn’t it to prepare for a date with him?" he said with gritted teeth.

Her mind instantly cleared!

Zaizai, it must be Zaizai who ratted her out...

This Little Baozi! Really...

She bit her lip hard.

"Answer me." His eyes dark and ominous.

She snapped back to reality, her tone cool, "Answer what? Mr. Huo, what right do you have to ask me this now? You’re just my boss, and in the future, even if we meet, it will only be for work. We’ll call it even today, but if this happens again, I’ll terminate our contract. As for the compensation for unilateral breach of contract, you can take back the F. WANG store. If that’s not enough, you can take the Green Island Garden house. If that’s still not enough, there’s the divorce alimony, the Black Card, the Emperor’s Purple—all of which I haven’t touched and should be enough to cover the breach compensation, right?!"

To threaten him with terminating the contract?

Hah, as if he could bear to terminate the contract with her. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

He hasn’t had enough of being her boss yet.

He was actually curious to see just how long she could hold out against him.

His fingers loosened slightly, sliding down from her chin, a smile inexplicably rising, brilliant and stunningly beautiful, yet his tone was as cold as ice:

"Hmm, good. I will be a good boss to you, so don’t mess up under my hands."

She took advantage of his relaxation to step back a few paces and hurriedly left the room.