Chandler's faint smile made Kimberly feel a little awkward. The incident that had happened outside the hall earlier kept replaying in Kimberly's mind.
"Thank you, President Lovis. There's really no need for that."
She politely refused him.
Chandler squinted his long and narrow eyes. "Do you know me?"
"Well... Lovis Enterprises is well-known in North City. How could anyone not recognize you?"
Chandler suddenly leaned against the window and stared at her carefully. "Oh, are you crying?"
The sudden question stunned her. She shook her head and said, "No."
Chandler raised his lips and smiled. "People tend to care for those women who appear to be weak. You were the one hiding behind the tree just now, weren't you?"
Her expression changed but she didn't say anything.
Her eyes were slightly red, but they were filled with stubbornness. It was obvious that she didn't know how to lie.
"Ha, since you can't lie, so you chose to remain silent instead?" he thought.
"Interesting," he told himself. "I saw Maddox leaving you behind when he left. What do you think? Do you want to get into my car?"
At this point, Chandler's hand moved forward and slowly fell on her shoulder.
Kimberly instinctively stepped back to avoid his touch. Chandler's hand hovered mid- air and he paused for a long time. Then, he smiled and said, "Why are you so fussy? If he won't fetch you, then I will. What's wrong with that?"
After that, he took a few more steps forward. Kimberly stepped back fearfully.
"Many noble young ladies are so eager to cling onto me. Judging from your appearance and Maddox's attitude towards you, he might not even consider you his friend. But I would never belittle you."
Kimberly didn't care what he said, she just didn't want him to touch her.
She knew too well what kind of person he was. If she showed even a little hesitation, she might become his target.
"Don't do this. I know you're different from them."
After that, he put his hand on her shoulders forcefully. She couldn't dodge in time, and her face changed greatly. "President Lovis, please behave yourself!"
"Behave what? Maddox doesn't even care about you. What's wrong with following me?"
Many women wanted to climb into his bed. There were so many of them that Chandler had lost count. However, Kimberly's attitude made him want her even more. He wanted to see if Maddox's people would also favor him.
He was secretly competing with Maddox Yardley. "Let me go!"
Kimberly's face had turned pale in fear. She pushed her hands against his chest and said, "Aren't you only interested in noble young ladies? I'm only Young Master Yardley's assistant. Please don't do this!"
Since President Lovis was also a cooperating partner of Yardley Corporation, Kimberly didn't dare do anything to him.
"Oh? You know me so well. It seems like you have done your homework on me. Are you interested?" Chandler lowered his voice and slowly approached her.
Kimberly widened her eyes and pushed him away with force, but her strength was no match for Chandler's. In the end, she had provoked him. He said with a straight face, "I hate people who resist me. Do you want to think about it thoroughly? I might be gentler with you."
"President Lovis, let me repeat myself. Please behave yourself. If you don't let go of me, I won't be polite to you!"
She might have been forbearing, but it didn't mean that she was easy to bully.
Chandler looked at her with a smile. "How dare you offend me? Don't forget that your company and mine still plan to collaborate in the future."
Hearing this, her face turned pale. "The collaboration involves only the interest of your company. Are you mixing business with your personal life?"
"Wrong," Chandler intensified the strength in his hand and said. "It's about your future. Think about it, if I refuse to cooperate with your company and cause you trouble, wouldn't your company blame you?"
"You!" Kimberly bit her lower lip. "You're despicable!"
"Think about it then. Do you want to have dinner with a despicable person like me?"
"Impossible!"
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