Love Contract: Fail before her

Carwyn has two arms clutching her pure white wedding dress. His heart is full of excitement. Tomorrow he'll marry the woman he loves the most, and he clenched his white wedding dress to his bosom, touched it still more and more, and kissed it with his lips. He thinks this wedding dress will be worn tomorrow on the woman he loves the most and in a moment of excitement and excitement.

No! He desperately desires to see first how pretty he would like to see the bride dressed in a wedding dress, right now, more to see it right away!

Carwyn grabbed her wedding dress and ran like crazy, straight to her fiancée's room.

"Vera, look! Our wedding gowns have arrived." So incredibly excited, not even waiting for someone to open the door, he kicked open the door of the room.

"Vera..." Witnessing the scene in the room, Carwyn stood frozen in place, her wedding dress falling from her hand, the ground covered in white.

Two naked bodies entwined together on the bed, startled to see it.

The two people on the bed did not stop because of his presence, and on the contrary, it became more and more constant.

Carwyn's whole body was as cold as ice, as if he had suddenly fallen into a deep hole, and the blood immediately rushed to his head.

The woman in bed happily and happily with that man is the one who will celebrate the wedding with him tomorrow, and he has vowed to cherish and love this woman all his life. But she betrayed him. That dirty woman blatantly used this method, hurting his heart.

Carwyn didn't know how to vent his anger mixed with disappointment.

The woman on the bed spoke first: "Carwyn, I didn't originally love you. You are also too self-deprecating. Being in the same place with you before is because you are handsome, married? How can I marry you, funny! What do you rely on? You don't have anything except a handsome face! You can't afford to give me a rich life. Yes, you can't make me step into the upper class. "How can I marry you?"

"I love you more than my life. I can strive for you, try!" Poor Carwyn uttered every word.

"I don't care. How long do you want me to wait for you to try and strive?" The woman hugged the man next to her tightly. "But he can give me everything at once."

The truth that is happening right in front of her eyes is undeniable. Even though she was born with a beautiful heart, even though he loves her, Vera is the one who sees money as bright.

The burning anger is difficult to calm down, and the current heartbreak is also challenging.

"About tomorrow, who you want to marry, marry that person! You can rest assured. I will automatically disappear in front of you, won't make you awkward." The woman didn't care as she put her pants back on her shirt just said. She was as calm as if it had nothing to do with her.

Looking at Vera and the other man leaning out the door together, Carwyn Hiddleston laughed, like mocking irony. He no longer believed in women, really didn't want to be trampled hurt again.

Vera Madison, I will make you regret it in time.

Time gradually passed, the attack also faded with time.

In five years, many things can happen, which can also change a person completely. During this period, Carwyn tried hard to develop his career, founded the "Winvest Investment" group, and gradually gained a foothold and a position in the world.

In the marketplace, more and more people know him and more and more beautiful ladies and children of famous houses. Outside, with his name, he has many women, but he does not have feelings for anyone. In recent years, women to Carwyn have been nothing but a type of money that can be bought to satisfy lust. He is cold, indifferent, does not trust any woman. For Carwyn, the common disease of women is that of unfaithful, cruel, whose only desire is vanity, money, and passion for those who can satisfy their desires.

However, he will never directly criticize them. In the end, make them understand that it is all just a barter transaction, satisfying each other's needs, no matter what. The party is also not capable of entanglement. If someone doesn't want to or doesn't want to, immediately ask to go somewhere else.

Inside, the light was warm, but Carwyn was dark and confusing.

Sitting on the soft sofa, lighting a cigar, puffing out white smoke, his eyes are hazy and hazy.

A wave of mixed fragrances suddenly filled the office.

Carwyn looked up at the door, smiling evilly, like a king waiting for a handmaiden, watching the charming woman coming toward him.

The beautiful figure, sparkling eyes like flowing water waves, and wet fairy lips are the type of men fond of, wishing to caress and caress it like natural treasures. These valuable treasures need to be hidden. Carwyn kept such a treasure with him, just as an exchange.

Kaylin is his secretary. Whether he attends events or meets famous people, Carwyn takes her along, undeniably, in social communication. Kaylin is extremely skillful ever helps Carwyn a lot.

But Carwyn clearly understood that the relationship between superiors and subordinates was sexual and nothing else.

Ivory fingers, smooth white, painted bright red, gently glided slowly across Carwyn's broad chest, feeling his steady, calm heartbeat.

Heat and cold hit the back of Carwyn's neck, provocative. Looking at him elegantly, his eyes were cold, without a hint of warmth. "I am fascinated by him." thought Kaylin.

"Carwyn, can you come to my place tonight?" Cherry lips gently touched the corner of his lips, seductive. All men love this tone.

Unfortunately, she forgot that the person in front of her was Carwyn Hiddleston, a man who seemed to be gentle and gentle but, in reality, was cold and harsh.

The instant her lower chin was grabbed, sending a sensation of pain, Carwyn stood up, pushing Kaylin away.

Kaylin staggered, her thoughts jumbled, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion.

After all, she also had countless men for any man. She always had a way to make him happy. She showed a smiling face. "Carwyn, what's wrong with you?"

Carwyn smiled scornfully at the woman in front of him; his eyes were so deep he couldn't understand what he was thinking no matter what. "I thought you were a smart woman who understood the rules of this game very well, but surprisingly, you let me down." His mouth said that, but there was no sound in his voice. What is called disappointment? Is it just coldness, cold enough to make others tremble?

"Carwyn, you..."

Carwyn casually wrote the check and handed it to Kaylin, "Here's your pay."

Kaylin intelligently understood that this was the precise explanation for the end of their relationship from now on, frankly, from the very beginning she had anticipated it, she knew it would take this day, but unexpectedly so quickly only half a year, Kaylin who thought she could win this man's heart became his last woman, but in the end, it failed.

Receiving a large amount of money, he is wasteful, but of course, it has to be. How can I not get this much money? She will enjoy life, not be stupid like others women weep and wail incessantly.

"Carwyn, thank you." Kaylin, before leaving, did not forget to leave a kiss.

Carwyn Hiddleston was extremely impassive, expressionless on his face.

Before filming, Kaylin asked, "Why do you want to end our relationship?"

It was just out of curiosity because she couldn't admit to herself that she had done something terrible.

"I don't like the harp to make fun of me." Carwyn's voice was as cold as ice but also enchanting.

Kaylin casually smiled, so it was, seemed to overestimate herself, and then left.

The room fell into complete silence again, with only a handsome man smoking a premium cigar in an atmosphere as calm and lonely as he was.

Looking around, outside the window, the neon lights flickered and flickered, the night city had begun to come to life, like elves reaching out their hands in a seductive way, waiting for both men and women to approach. Then, Carwyn took his cell phone from the table with a cigar in hand and headed out.

Almost every day at this time, Carwyn frequented the PUB, sometimes sitting upstairs, now sitting all over the nooks and crannies down the hall. Alone quietly drinking, if anyone thinks that he sits in the corner will not attract anyone's attention, it is wrong with his face and clothes. No matter where he goes, he becomes the focus. Now, the women are not lacking for him, he has never refused, but all is to vent.

After bringing the wine, the waiter politely left.

Carwyn looked at the amber liquid in the glass, dreamy eyes, picked up the wine glass again, and took a breath. The wine aroma was warm, sweet, but strong enough to absorb. Just for Carwyn, it was not. It's okay. In the marketplace, it's hard to avoid social parties, so drinking is necessarily good.

When he finished drinking a few more glasses, whether it was because of the quiet space or the influence of alcohol, Carwyn was a bit drunk.

At this time, each sound of the piano is played, the melody is wonderfully smooth, it is the sound of the piano that makes listeners vibrate.

He frowned slightly, looking in the direction of the noise, only seeing three waiters stopping a man.

"You guys, what's with this! Why are you preventing me from going in?"

"I don't have a membership card, but my lover is indeed in it!"

Scattered whispers came.

The girl playing the piano just now suddenly stopped, walked quickly towards the other man, then pulled him to the gate.

She was frowning, for some reason, seeing that scene in Carwyn's heartfelt very uncomfortable.

At this moment, a beautiful woman dressed in flamboyant fashion approached him, "Sir, can I have a drink?" The woman came and sat beside Carwyn, leaning against him as she spoke.

There was a flash of coldness in Carwyn's eyes, but it changed in a moment to teasing, "Okay! What would the beauty want to drink?" After listening to Carwyn's words, the woman immediately showed no respect blatantly pressed her soft body against him. Her collar is shallow, revealing half of her milky breasts, deliberately pretending to be rubbing close to Carwyn's chest. Carwyn conveniently wrapped his arm around her tiny waist, "Sir, can I get you a drink?" As she finished speaking, the other woman lifted a glass of wine from the table, took a sip, and kissed Carwyn on the lips.

Holding the other woman's belt, the two walked out of the Pub. Carwyn wanted to find a hotel because he had never brought a woman home. They were all unworthy.

Pub entrance...

"Andrew, I don't want to continue like this, don't bother me anymore. We should break up. Can you? Don't try to hold me back."

"It won't be like that. I'm so good to you, why don't you like me. Just have to leave me."

Grainne looked at the man in front of him and sighed helplessly, previously agreeing to go out with him simply out of fear of being attached to him, not like him. Moreover, she doesn't need to involve him anymore with my current situation. She no longer has the spirit and energy to talk about love right now. What she needs most right now is money, or else she's afraid of her brother... Oh...

"I told you, I have never felt for you. I don't love you, do you understand or not!" Just as Grainne saw a taxi passing by, she turned her head and smiled. "Andrew, I have to go if you keep chasing me... Me, I won't want to look at you for the rest of my life. again." After saying that, she quickly ran to the street to pick up the car. It looks like she bumped into someone. It hurts.

No, no time to apologize. She must immediately leave this place. She felt that her whole body was not normal at all.

Carwyn hugged the other woman standing at the entrance to the parking lot, waiting for the driver to bring the car. The whole scene just now entered his eyes. He just wanted to look back. While he's not the type to stick his nose in other people's business, he's just interested in seeing how a woman can make a man chase after death and fight, such loss of face. But how could the woman next to him let him look at another woman? She kept kissing him, leaving him with no leisure time to care about anything other than his own.

The other girl ran into the street, bumped into him, didn't even apologize, and immediately got into a taxi. She must be afraid of the man chasing her. Carwyn finally saw the face of the other woman clearly, indeed the girl playing the piano just now. That little bit of a good impression was gone in an instant. Again, he affirmed a woman with a passion for vanity, grinning mockingly.

This thought made him think of that woman, and his eyes turned cold in an instant. Women are indeed all lustful forms of vanity. Pushing away from the woman who was glued to him, he sat in the car, started the engine, and without hesitation chased the taxi that had just left.

He left the other woman alone to protect the street outside, screaming, noisy. Carwyn also doesn't know why he has to chase the other girl. Only if he doesn't do so will he regret it.

"Phu... Phu..." Grainne breathed incessantly, her lips parted, her breath incomparably hot, her chest rising and falling rapidly, but somehow unable to absorb enough oxygen to keep her awake. The stream of heat rose from her body, making her whole body uncomfortable. Miserably swallowing, licking dry lips, but that was not enough. She wanted more than this. Desire mixed with fear welled up in Grainne's heart. She clenched her teeth as hard as she could, hoping a bit of pain would bring her back to her senses. After regaining her composure, Grainne hurriedly got out of the taxi. "Damn, how could she put herself in the middle of this dangerous predicament? She shouldn't have had a glass of wine from a guest, and she was so careless. Now, there's no use in regretting. The important thing is that she should do something to get out of this situation. She tried to open her eyes wide. Oh my god! Where did she run to? Can anyone save her?" She tried to open her mouth, but no words came out.

The sound of car brakes sounded, a car stopped not far from her.

Grainne seemed to see hope. If there is a car, there must be someone. She mustered all her strength to walk towards the other vehicle and open the door.

Carwyn looked at her with a surprised expression. What did this girl want to do?

I took a taxi about halfway and got off the bus. Only allowing himself to be angry, he did not realize that Grainne was not normal at all. "Help me with... beg you..." Her voice was dry, Grainne said, but she wasn't sure the other party could hear it.

Carwyn finally found out she wasn't normal, "What's wrong with you? What are you trying to do?" She couldn't answer. She could only hold her body tightly with both hands, half bending her body. The rush of heat once again took over her body, and she was increasingly unable to control herself. Carwyn's low voice rang in her ears. The narrow space in the car made her feel the faint scent of perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol on him. It's a very masculine scent.

She was approaching the temple slowly, the scent filling her ears. Grainne struggled to maintain her rationality, slowly fading into smoke. She lifted her head, an unusual glint in her eyes, and wrapped her arms around Carwyn's neck, and before she could ask herself, she moved forward, just like that fiercely kissing him.

The sudden kiss made Carwyn a little unable to keep up. Those hot lips were seducing him. Looking at the girl hastily kissing him didn't show any skill. Is this her way of attracting him? Carwyn's eyes were dark and dark. This girl interested him. He also did not politely kiss back, immediately taking the initiative. He gradually discovered that she was not typical at all, damn it! The cheeks are rosy. The whole body is hot, and the consciousness is not clear. This expression is a sign of something. It was she who was given drugs. Knowing the situation, Carwyn couldn't help but be highly indignant. Someone had the guts to treat her like that!

Looking at the sexy figure next to her, Carwyn's eyes exuded tenderness.

The smallmouth was slightly opened, the eyes were half-closed, the long eyelashes gently drooping to cover the dreamy eyes. He wanted to look and see what expression those eyes would reveal when awake?

Entering the room, dropping the key Carwyn laid the struggling girl in his lap on the bed, then sat down next to him, his long fingers gliding over the tiny pink face he had never unconsciously touched. On any girl, it is easy to see, this charming small object in front of his eyes will break his up-to-date principles.

Pulling her collar down, her snow-white skin is exposed, her bra is just plain white, is this girl still wearing cute things? The elite pupils instantly drooped. Carwyn grinned and shook his head. He shouldn't have expected this girl to have so much purity left. The type of person who frequents the Pub, even if it is not for the sake of temporary pleasure, but also the sake of wealth.

Long slender fingers punishingly caressed her petite, white neck. She really shouldn't pretend to be elegant without dust, making him even more disgusted because she was charming. He succeeds.

"Don't..." He stroked her so hard that she felt pain. Although her whole body was hot like fire, strangely, the uncomfortable feeling gradually disappeared. The soft body underneath made him unable to help but lower his head, taking over those pale pink cherry lips. Her lips did not disappoint him, very sweet, plump, and soft, gently gliding with her tongue. Then, around the edge of Grainne's lips, Carwyn slowly coaxed her to part, and immediately, Carwyn slid his tongue inside, slowly with her clove tongue entwined, her tip sweet, soft, he had tasted many fine teas. Still, there was no taste comparable to the honey on her lips. The tender feelings that have been hidden in the heart for thousands of years will explode when touched. It wasn't until both of them couldn't breathe that they stopped.

He was looking forward to finding pleasure in her soon, but this girl would not disappoint him.

His lower body was already feeling. He was a little surprised by his own body's reaction. It was just a kiss that could make his lust run so high. Carwyn loosened the tie around her neck, walked over to the bed, laid on top of her, her whole body as snow-white as red, as usual, her technique of seducing men needed improvement. So before The prey is trapped, how can the hunter fall first?

Kissing her, just stroking her, just entangled with her violently trembling legs, he was driven mad by solid lust. "So hot... So thirsty..." Grainne was aware. Her reason had gradually drifted away. She had become a slave to stimulants.

"Ah..." Her groan seemed to have the power to activate, allowing the lust in Carwyn's body, now engrossed in the environment, to grow several parts momentarily. Carwyn really couldn't take it anymore, quickly, gently, away from her, his hot eyes fixed on her glittering enchanting body, and immediately let out a voice and entered her. Then, as he crept into the small space inside, in an instant, she let out a scream, her breathing quickened, entirely out of control. "Damn it." Carwyn couldn't handle it let out a cry. When he finished the fragile shard, he didn't continue. He really couldn't take it. Can it be replaced? Did she luck herself understand her? The gaze temporarily became gentle and gentle, and there was no further action. He wanted her to adapt to the strong man quickly. "Oh..." A sharp pain spread from below and around, reaching Grainne's extremities.

Her whole body trembled more and more, her small hands tightly wrapped around his back, her tiny pink lips let out a gasping sound mixed with faint sounds, then suddenly sobbed, like little white rabbit cute playing. Carwyn saw her expression like that. The desire under her body became even more substantial. So he gradually moved harder, feeling her soft femininity wrap around him, his heart finally rising with a strange satisfaction.

The older sister hasn't come home yet. It's already so dark, and it's never happened before. Patrick sat at home restlessly, staring at the porridge pot on the table, so hungry that he froze. Why is there a little fear in my heart? Unsettled, very scared. Her cell phone was also turned off. Patrick didn't know where to look for his sister.

At noon, Patrick finally couldn't sit still, put on his coat, went downstairs. He wanders around looking for his sister. Where are you? Are you okay? You can't leave Patrick alone! Patrick's body was inherently weak from childhood to adulthood and was always cared for by Grainne. Whenever someone bullied him when he was a child, he would always run home to find Grainne crying and tell him first. Each time Grainne went to see those spoiled children to ask fair to him with her small and weak build. Since their parents passed away, only two sisters have lived to rely on each other.

The older sister is Patrick's guardian angel. Every time he cried, it was to hold him in his arms, give him a warm hug. Every time he was sick, Grainne took care of him gently told him that it was okay. He would soon get better, which made him feel very secure. She is also the sister who has to risk her life to earn money to support him for surgery.

Patrick was alone, trembling, and afraid to walk on the empty street at one o'clock in the morning. At this time, he deeply felt Grainne's position in his heart.

"Sister... sister..."

Running and running many times, still no sign of her. What to do? What should he do now? Didn't he know where to go to find his sister? A seventeen-year-old boy, crying as he walked.

Grainne dreamed a very wet dream. There was also a handsome gentleman in the dream who had sex with her. Even if she died, she was also very enthusiastic about hanging out with him. Just remember, she blushed again. Opening her eyes, her head ached a little. Grainne couldn't help but support her head, wanting to massage the temples. "Ah..." As soon as she lifted her hand, she groaned in pain. What happened? Why are her limbs so broken? Especially her legs, she couldn't move at all, turned around a bit, but felt a lot of pain in her body. Maybe it wasn't a dream.

She tried to remember...

Both vague and mythical, the scene of last night's lovemaking was still vivid in her mind! Oh, man! Grainne's whole body froze, motionless, taking a deep breath. The pain between her legs came again and the languorous fatigue spread through every nerve in her body... Her hand involuntarily traced between her legs. There, something fundamental was lost, right? Scene after scene, the whole incident of last night sporadically replayed in her mind. That's right, she was drugged, and then someone seemed to help her. Later, she was with that man...

At this moment, there was only one thought in Grainne's mind, that she had to leave immediately because she remembered that she kissed that person first. Oh, man? She can't live, no face anymore. Instead, she fell onto the bed, her legs still aching, making it difficult for her to move, carefully picking up her clothes. Then, crouching, cautiously, crouching down the wall and out of the room, she was afraid that the man on the bed would suddenly wake up and question her.

As the door slowly closed, about to hide the slender figure behind the door, still lying on the bed, Carwyn awoke because the warmth beside him had disappeared. The urge to open his mouth to stop her was powerful, but his self-esteem didn't allow it, so far, only he left first. Seeing the girl in the master bed

He moved away, he should have felt relieved because he was spared the trouble, but he now felt empty inside.

He couldn't help but admit that the girl he had fun with in bed last night was very suitable for his taste. Her large hands were unconsciously empty. Her skin was so warm, all night, she seemed to have melted in his arms and merged into one. An endless pain crept into his heart. Then, seeing the sky gradually getting brighter outside the window, the hand gently rubbing his forehead, the corner of his mouth cold and smiling, she and Carwyn were immersed in lust all night. This has never happened before. There's more? What is the purpose of that girl? Did she not intend to use this opportunity to threaten him?

Grainne had no time to grieve while walking down the street, watching the sun slowly rise.

"I didn't come home all night. Didn't my younger brother almost die?" She had to hurry home to see how her brother was.

Grainne had just returned home when she saw a scene that made her momentarily unable to hold back her tears. The younger brother was still wearing yesterday's clothes, his face was wet with tears, and he was sitting on the sofa, fast asleep. Judging from his shabby look, his messy hair, he guessed, he searched for her all night. "Silly brother, I'm fine. What are you worried about." Grainne was filled with mixed emotions and knelt on the floor with feeling, gently stroking her sister's small face. He and she both have perfect features. Their faces have a few similarities. It's just that year-round illness makes her face lack a little rosy, but she seems a bit pale.

Patrick, as long as I have you by my side. I will continue to persevere because of you, and I have to keep trying. Grainne's hand and Patrick's hand were intertwined. Tears welled up again, feeling the inseparable bond flowing in both of their veins. So waiting for her brother to wake up later, she wanted to tell him nothing happened to her last night, she just went to a friend's house at work, because she was in a hurry, so she couldn't tell. He knows, she wanted to prepare a perfect lie, to help him understand one thing: her sister was wonderful, very well.

No matter what, I can't let him know I'm in trouble. The younger brother's body was not healthy since he was a child, and now he is found to have congenital heart disease, he must undergo surgery. Unable to bear the lash. Also, the surgery cost is very high, which makes her not sure where to earn money! If there is no money to treat her brother's illness, she is afraid her only relative will no longer be there. Instead, she sighed, closing her eyes.

"Sister, you're home." her brother's cheerful cry woke Grainne. The morning sunlight shone on her. She slowly opened her eyes. "Ah! It hurts!" Grainne rubbed her back lightly, and it turned out that she was sleeping on the sofa. Patrick was straightforward anyway, so he believed her lies. Perhaps, one lie is enough to make people satisfied. Grainne watched her brother go to school in thought. "Damn, what time is it now?" Grainne regained his spirits, "It's pathetic, it's so late, it's going to be reprimanded by the bald manager." So she muttered as she quickly prepared to leave the house.

She is just a finance worker; if the manager gets angry because of her late arrival, then it's over!

"Grainne, why are you late? The manager said when you arrive, go to the office to find him."

Close friend and colleague Janet said.

"I know, let's go now," Grainne replied resignedly.

Moments later, Grainne swaggered out of the office, back in front of her desk, quietly

cleaning up her things. Janet approached and asked, "Grainne, what's wrong?"

"I've resigned."

"Huh? Why! Grainne, aren't you in dire need of money for your brother's medical treatment right now?"

"Because..." Grainne's eyes were red, remembering the scene earlier in the office.

"Manager, are you looking for me?" Grainne pushed open the door and entered the office. The man behind the desk raised his head, engrossed in Grainne's gaze.

"You're late today. What's wrong?"

"I have some personal business today, sorry manager, next time I won't be like that."

The manager smiled lewdly, stood up, and walked towards her.

"Don't be shy, baby. What do you think about last time? Are you willing to be my mistress?" He said as he took her hand.

"Manager, please be proud!" Grainne took a step back.

"Self-respect? Ha ha...You consider yourself noble. Don't you want to ask for money! It's an honor for me to keep an eye on you. What are you pretending to be? Tell me, how much do you want? " As soon as he finished speaking, he hugged Grainne in his arms. "Bob!" a voice, "Bitch! you dare to hit me." Manager growled. "You don't want to work!?"

"No need for you to fire. I resign." After that, she went out the door.

"I didn't expect that old man would do that to you, so what will you do in the future?"

Janet said worriedly.

"I don't know, and maybe the boat goes straight to the bridge!" She pursed her lips slightly.

Grainne worked hard all day. He just wanted to quickly find a new job. In the past few days, Grainne has returned to the Pub to play the piano at night because this amount is significant to her. But in return, she became even more careful to keep herself, not arbitrarily drinking anything others brought.

...

Standing on the ground floor of the "Winvest Investment" corporation, Grainne couldn't believe that she had received a phone call to come for an interview. This is a very famous company, within five years it has immediately become a big name. The general manager must also be a very prominent figure.

Their recruitment conditions are indeed very strict.

Eligibility conditions: Must be able to improvise, speak, read and write fluently in Chinese, Japanese, Korean, English; majoring in international trade, accounting, secretarial.

Work content: Handling all jobs from big to small, public and private work of the general manager; have to go with the general manager to attend some social events.

Salary: Ten thousand dollars, each year increasing by two thousand dollars.

Grainne absolutely cannot deny that the biggest reason for accepting this job was the high salary, because she could not afford Patrick's medical treatment. Otherwise, she would never have paid attention with such recruitment conditions and work content.

In this secretary position, it's easy to make people have dreamy thoughts!

Seeing that the inside of the elevator was already whole, she stomped her feet. Today's interview definitely can't be late! So when he saw that there was an empty dedicated elevator next to it, Grainne reached out without hesitation and pressed the call button down.

The elevator arrived very quickly. There was no one inside. Grainne was overjoyed. It's just that God helps her!

"Wait a minute." The voice was a little urgent, Grainne thought, maybe the other person was in a hurry too, she kindly pressed the "open door" button.

Carwyn stepped into the elevator, and when he saw her, he froze for a moment. That's right, what did she come here for? Did she come to him to ask for money?

Grainne looked at him, momentarily forgetting to breathe. The five senses are like carvings, with distinct angles.

Thick eyebrows cover the sharp eyes, the high and straight nose bridge accentuates the deeply engraved facial features, and the persistent lips exude a coldness. For a moment, she just looked into his eyes, pale blue eyes that were both stunningly beautiful in a classic way and unpretentious at the same time. I just don't understand why his appearance gives her a very familiar feeling?

Seeing her bewildered expression, the corner of Carwyn's lips revealed a hint of irony.

Truly a woman who adores vanity. Knowing he's rich, do you want to cling to him?

Noticing the scornful look that flashed and disappeared in his eyes, Grainne immediately became aware of her actions and couldn't help but blush and lower her head.

She was still ashamed, and realizing this, Carwyn rubbed her eyes gently. These days, I don't understand why he always remembers this girl. Undeniably, he indeed remembered her forever.

The early morning sunlight has poured into the office building, the feeling of warmth is overwhelming, it is easy to make people feel sleepy. As soon as Carwyn was out of the office, his secretary immediately caught up. "General manager, here is the list and resumes of the candidates who came to the interview this morning. Please take a look at the general manager." Carwyn took it, flipping through a few pages casually, glancing briefly over the list.

Suddenly, his gaze landed on a section of a resume, focused on a photograph. It turned out that she came for an interview. But isn't she supposed to play the piano at PUB? Was she just like the other girls who wanted to approach him? Did she finally know that the person with her that night was him? Have fun, play even better.

Carwyn suppressed his curiosity, kept his unreadable expression, and walked away calmly.

Grainne was dressed in white in the living room, with her black hair tied up, making her look even more attractive. But in her troubled eyes, which seemed to be very tense, Carwyn looked at Grainne, a complicated expression in her eyes.

"The next one is the girl – Grainne!" Said the secretary.

Grainne got up from her chair, clutching the handle of her bag with both hands, "Winvest Investment." The prominent domestic trade group with a very high salary. If indeed she could get a job here, the money problem wouldn't bother her anymore. With that in mind, she resolutely entered the conference room.

Seeing this fragile beauty as weak as the wind blows and will fly away, the female secretary murmured in her heart. Such a girl should have stayed at home to help her husband raise children, not suitable for the war-cheating in the office.

Inside the large meeting room, the atmosphere was suffocating, surrounded by the owners and managers, all in a severe position. It's no wonder they have this appearance. Whoever stands in front of their superiors doesn't have to correct their posture, and their CEO is a model. Outwardly smiling as spring, but capable of enormous damage.

Staring at the face on her resume, Carwyn narrowed her eyes, but no one in the room noticed.

Grainne walked into the meeting room, not daring to raise her head, her eyelids hanging down, her heart pounding like a drum.

"Ms.Grainne, please have a seat." Carwyn looked at the figure before him, not expecting them to meet so quickly.

Lifting her head, Grainne was shaken by the person in front of her. It turned out to be him in the same elevator as her earlier. It turned out that he was the corporation's CEO, and he was so successful under the age of thirty, which is rare.

The interview went very smoothly. Grainne responded very smoothly, much to Carwyn's satisfaction. It seems that she is not a vain admirer. So what does she want? Carwyn thought.

"Ms.Grainne, you can officially go to work tomorrow," Carwyn said after finishing the interview.