Chapter 8 I can't be responsible for you!

"How did you find here? I'm just an intern, I can't even do planning! You do that and people will think I am ... I am ..."

Olivia's body trembled as she thought of the gossip that was about to start in the company and her face was ugly.

This man did it on purpose! He was getting revenge on her.

He found her company to make her colleagues think she seduced him to take charge of this case!

''Wait... Olivia suddenly reacted and looked at Wilson and she asked in surprise, ''How did you find me? How do you know I work here?"

"This city is so small; it's not difficult to find someone!"

Wilson looked at her with a whole lot of leisure and he was smiled.

"You...what do you want...I didn't mean it...I'm sorry..."

Olivia was instantly deflated and she sat down on the sofa looking at Wilson, "I'm sorry...can you just pretend that everything never happened?"

"Sorry? Where are you sorry? Why are you sorry?"

Wilson retracted the hand placed on the sofa and tilted his body slightly, his eyes stared at Olivia without moving, his face sank and the smile on his mouth suddenly disappeared, ''Didn't happen? I've even received a tip; can I not come and thank the good master?"

Wilson reached his hand to his trouser bag and took out the stack of eight hundred dollars from it; he snapped and threw it onto the table.

Olivia looked at the pile of saffron money and she was even more shocked to be speechless.

Wilson looked at the fear and the look of innocence in her eyes, but he was even angrier, he stared at her and slowly opened his mouth, "It's always been me who's tipped someone else, I never received a tip from anyone else, and you're still the first one in the city to tip me!"

"I ... I was feeling sorry ... so ... so ..."

She didn't even think that she would sleep with such a powerful figure and now it caused such a big trouble.

Olivia was so stunned that she was on the verge of bursting into tears when her eyes went red.

She looked at the pile of money on the table, her lips were trembling and her eyes were whirling with tears, she was as pitiful as a drowned butterfly's.

Wilson looked at her miserable white face, and his heart went soft, he leaned back on the sofa and slowed his tone, "Then what would you do?"

Olivia peeked at Wilson's face and she bit her lip, as if she had made up her mind about something, she opened her mouth in a small voice, "I...I can't be responsible for you...you...can't force me...."

"Responsible?" Upon hearing this, Wilson was on fire again, and he stood up violently, bracing his hand on the edge of the table, and he grunted coldly, looking at Olivia as he gritted his teeth and said, "I need you to be responsible for me? You think you're a rich girl with a few hundred million dollars?"

Olivia didn't know why he had angered him again, she shrank into a ball on the sofa, her eyelashes were trembling and her eyes were lax, and her tears came out at once, "I...I'm sorry...then what do you want to do...I don't have any money, and there's nothing I can give you...can I still be a housemaid for you?"

"A housemaid?" After hearing these words, Wilson suddenly smiled, thinking that this proposal was good, he stared at Olivia, an inexplicable luster flashed in his pupils, ''This can be considered. Then I'll spare your life and let you be a housemaid for me."

"What? You...."

Olivia stared at his face in astonishment; she didn't expect him to say such words.

"Why? Don't you want to? That's fine, you'll pay me a little for the damage, and no more, just a million."

Wilson looked at Olivia's expression, his mood was becoming more and more pleasant, and it was so fun to tease her.

"A million! I don't have a million! You might go and rob!"

Olivia sniffed and looked at him, screaming out of control.

This man was also outrageous; he knew that she was an intern, where did she get the money to pay him!

"You don't have the money to ask for it, you don't want to be a maid and you don't want to be a horse, so you tell me, what do you want to do?"

Olivia froze again when she heard it, and she thought about it, as if she had nothing to pay him, and she was at a loss for words.

Wilson looked at her miserable look and he suddenly remembered that little bit of bright red from last night's bed and his heart suddenly softened a bit.

"Here's the deal, I'm not that desperate." Wilson looked at the business plan on the table, he thought for a moment and said, "It's no need to be a maid, all you need is for the duration of my cooperation with your company, you need to let me be at your beck and call and do whatever you're told, can you do it?"

Olivia froze for a moment, and she looked at Wilson's appalling face, she nodded finally.

"Then it's a deal, I'll contact you later, that's all for now."

After saying that, without waiting for Olivia to say a word, Wilson stood up and left the parlor with a wave of his hand.

Olivia looked at the back of his departure and she was too frightened to say a word, sitting on the sofa and shivering.