Chapter 5 Are You Kidding Me

Viola arrived at Chu Group and took out her reporter's card to show it. The receptionist gave her a warm smile and asked her to go upstairs as if she had already been expecting her.

As soon as Viola walked away, the receptionist made a call.

Viola walked out of the elevator and finally reached the CEO's office. She silently stood there for a few seconds before slowly raising her hand to knock on the glass door.

Both the door and the wall of the office was made of frosted glass, and Viola was unable to get a glimpse from the outside.

"Come in."

A small frown appeared on her face the moment she heard the familiar and annoying voice from inside the room. The pain on her foot made her struggle to stand up properly. She took in a deep breath, and walked inside with slow and wobbly steps.

Viola hissed, "Aren't you done yet, Maynard Chu? I'm a good citizen who has never held any grudge against you. Don't you feel ashamed for bullying a weak woman like me?"

After signing a document, Maynard placed the pen on his desk and gave her a cold look. "Do you think that's enough?"

Viola felt her shoulders shaking in anger. "Tell me, what do I need to do for you to leave me alone?"

"Apologize." Maynard leaned back in his chair, his low voice echoing throughout the room.

Viola pointed to herself, staring at him. "Apologize to you? Why should I?"

A faint smirk formed on Maynard's lips as he stood up from his chair and walked over to her. "It seems like you need a reminder."

Viola felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She had a feeling that something unpleasant was going to happen. In a second, she was already pressed on the desk.

"If you dare to make a move, I'm going to call the police!" Viola raised her head and glared at him.

No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't seem to break free. She ended up panting softly and leaned back on the desk.

Maynard managed to restrain her with one of his hands and pressed her legs under his. Feeling exhausted, Viola couldn't do anything but huff.

Maynard reached over to his desk and grabbed a fountain pen. He then took his time drawing on her face until her neck was already sore. As soon as he was done, he withdrew from her.

Viola slid down the desk and shot him a cold glare. "What did you do to my face?"

Maynard plopped on the sofa and threw a mirror at her. "Does this scene look familiar to you?"

Viola's eyes widened as she caught the mirror and looked at her face. The ugly turtle made her almost faint in anger.

She bit her lips and forced a smile. "The turtle you drew is not bad. Could you draw another one on my wrist?"

A cheeky smirk formed on her lips as she rolled up her right sleeve and refused to admit what she'd done.

"I'm thirsty. Get me a cup of coffee," Maynard ordered and raised his eyebrows.

Viola said courteously, "Coffee? No problem." She thought Maynard decided to let her go.

"By the way, you're not allowed to cover your face," Maynard added.

She almost felt like she was about to spit out blood the moment she heard what Maynard said.

Viola frowned upon realizing that she still had an animal drawn on her face.

Viola slowly walked forward while carefully carrying a cup of hot coffee. All the employees took several glances at her as she passed by.

While whispering, some of them even took out their phones to take a photo of her and post them on WeChat Moments.

Viola was on the verge of breaking down. She had no choice but to only walk as fast as she could and lower her head. She couldn't even dare to make eye contact with anyone.

As soon as she got back into the office, she let out a huge sigh of relief. She then carefully placed the coffee on the desk. "Here's your coffee, Mr. Chu."

Her words might have been polite, but in her mind, she had been cursing the man as many times as she could.

Maynard smirked and took the cup. Afterwards, he poured the contents into the trash can beside him. "You're here to interview me, not serve me coffee. Let's get down to business."

Viola clenched her fists and did her best to restrain her anger.

Since she had no choice but to obey him, she angrily sat on the sofa opposite him and took out her notebook.

She flipped the pages and skimmed through her notes before asking him, "Mr. Chu, do you have any business plans at present?"

Maynard's expression was filled with disdain as he crossed his hands in front of his chest. "I don't think it's any of your business. Do you understand me?"

Viola gripped her notebook so tight that her fingers were already turning white. She forced a smile and asked again, "Then, could you tell me about any of your past relationships?"

"Is it necessary for me to tell an ordinary journalist like you a private thing such as this?" Maynard sneered.

Viola took in a deep breath to hold back her anger. "What are your preferences?"

"Is this what you should ask?" Maynard continued to sneer at her. "I'm a foreign prince. Don't you know that it is a state secret?"

"Are you kidding me?" Viola asked through gritted teeth. She had already asked him several questions yet did not receive an answer to any of them.

Maynard only shot her a cold glance. "It's mainly because your ability at work is poor. You may leave now."

Viola wasn't a fool. She could clearly see that he was mocking her. She gritted her teeth and tried her best to resist the urge to throw her notebook at him.

But no matter how hard she tried,

Viola couldn't take being ridiculed by Maynard any longer. It felt like something snapped inside of her. Her hands obediently followed her heart's desire and soon the notebook was ruthlessly thrown over to him.