Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1263

Seeing the light in Olivia's eyes, Old President laughed, nodded and praised: "He is indeed very charming. As a junior, he is one of the few talents that I acknowledge. If any woman is fortunate enough to be his wife and chimes with his zither in this lifetime, she will definitely be able to live a happy life."

Olivia suddenly blushed. Although she was young, she had a thin face, but in her mind, she couldn't help but construct a beautiful picture. The morning breeze lifted the curtains, she opened the door and saw the man holding his hands out to her.

Perhaps she was an artist, but her imagination was always richer. As long as she felt that something was good, she would generally be able to create a more perfect piece of work in her mind.

"Miss Olivia, I am not joking, I know that you are a very hardworking and talented girl, but you should know that you have shouldered the mission this time, you are repaying me for your grandfather's kindness, you are also looking for your happiness in this lifetime, and more importantly, for the stability and tranquility of this country. In short, this matter is extremely urgent, I hope you take it seriously Joseph is cold, you should know how to attract his attention." After Old President finished, he turned and left. He felt that Olivia was smart enough to understand the meaning behind his words.

Of course, Olivia was smart. Furthermore, she had a lot of emotions. She naturally had a knack for attracting men.

She poured herself another glass of red wine and lightly swirled the wine in the glass. When she smiled, a pair of adorable dimples could be seen, causing her beauty to increase by a few degrees.

She was an internationally renowned oil painter recruited by her country. Next, she had an important job to contact them, the office had a few new guest rooms, and the walls of the guest room required her to use oil paintings to move a few of the famous places in the country to the walls, and she had also officially accepted this job. She predicted that in the next three months, she would be working in the office, and if she wanted to get close to Joseph Grant, would that be enough?

Moreover, her painting exhibition this time was a representation of the country's glory. Joseph Grant would definitely reward her with a visit, at that time, she would just have to make some small plans, and the most important part would be to attract the man's attention.

The plan was arranged step by step, meticulously and covertly. Other than a few important ministers beside the Old President, basically no one knew about the plan this time.

As for Olivia and Larissa Reed, these two extremely outstanding women, they had even rushed towards their own goals and dreams. They were also very smart, knowing how to take advantage of this opportunity to find a better future for themselves.

It was night!

It had been snowing all day, and the north wind was blowing outside the window. It was so cold that it gave people goosebumps.

"What the hell! What kind of wind is this?! A demonic wind!" After Alvina Miller finished showering, she felt that the hallway inside the house was extremely cold. She tidied up the wide male robe on her body, and she ran towards the end of the corridor with small steps. She saw a window that had been blown open by the wind, it was swaying in the wind.

Alvina Miller realized that she was familiar with every corner of this house. It was really depressing, she clearly didn't belong to this family yet, but she had already gotten used to it.

At the bottom of her heart, she couldn't help but to feel resentful towards that man.

Alvina Miller reached out her hand and forcefully pulled back the window. The cold wind carried the cold air of the snow, so she could only use all her strength to pull.

Clank!

The windowsill could not withstand her violence. It shattered!

"It can't be. It really is an old house. I can only treat it gently!" Alvina Miller lowered her head to look at the shattered glass, it had already fallen down.

"Forget it, let's ignore it!" Alvina Miller held tightly onto her cold arm, like a kitten preparing to pass the winter, she ran back to her room while crouching down.

When she reached the staircase, she was suddenly startled by the sound of footsteps.

Why were there still footsteps at this late hour coming from the bottom of the stairs?

Alvina Miller instinctively reached out and turned on all the lights on the stairs, and saw a tall figure standing by the spiral staircase. A thick black robe made the man even more perky, his hands in his pockets, smiling as he looked up at her.