Spoiled by the Silver Fox

The president's office was located on the top floor of the company building.

Carrying a lunch box, Stephanie was led by the receptionist to take the elevator straight to the top floor. As she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Martin already waiting for her, "Are you Ms. Bishop?" Stephanie looked up at him and nodded. "Yes, I am."

Having read many novels, she had thought that delivering lunch to a powerful president of a big company would be a difficult task and that she would have to overcome many obstacles. However, in reality, she arrived at the president's office level quite smoothly.

At this moment, she felt a little nervous, thinking that things had gone too well, and couldn't help but wonder if there was a trap waiting for her.

Martin gave her a curious look, and sneakily glanced at her up and down.

It seemed like this girl might be the future Mrs. Ingram.

He led her even more respectfully to the door of the president's office and said, "Ms. Bishop, the president is waiting for you inside."

Stephanie said with a nod, "Thanks for showing me the way. I'll go in then."

She would, of course, respond politely when met with politeness.

Although Sebastian was a villain, his subordinates were ordinary employees like her, just trying to make a living. So Stephanie decided to treat them better than she would treat Sebastian. However, she still didn't have a good attitude towards Sebastian.

As she entered the office, she didn't even bother to knock and just pushed the door open.

In the past, such actions would have made Sebastian flip out and ask the person to leave, go knock on the door and enter again.

But when he heard the noise and looked up at the girl at the door, he suddenly froze.

This was the second time he had seen this girl.

The first time was when he was unconscious, and when he woke up, her innocent and pure face had become blurry.

And now, that face was clear again.

Yes, it was that same face, just her eyes were clear and bright this time, making her face even more vivid.

Her lips were no longer pale but were rosy and attractive, like tempting little cherries.

Her cheeks had a healthy red glow, giving off a very energetic vibe, entirely different from the pale and weak girl he had held that day.

Undoubtedly, that natural face without makeup was unforgettable. With her head full of wavy curls, she looked like a little princess from a fairy tale. This made Sebastian unable to get angry, and his urge to ask her to leave got stuck in his throat.

He cleared his throat and said awkwardly, "You're here."

At this moment, Stephanie was also slightly stunned, as this was the first time she had seen such a handsome president in real life as described in novels. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Despite Sebastian's immoral behavior, his looks were just too outstanding, a rare beauty in the world.

Plus the perfect figure and elegance, as well as a unique aura.

Oh man, if it weren't for the disgusting things he had done before, and that affair in the bathroom, she would have fallen for him!

But now, she had no good impression of him left.

Snapping back to reality, Stephanie quickly looked away and muttered, "Did you know I was coming?"

"Uh-huh. Your mom texted me in advance to let me know." Said Sebastian.

"Oh..."

With that one sentence, Stephanie felt a little embarrassed.

His tone seemed to suggest that she and her mom were so eager to cling to the wealthy and powerful.

She had arranged everything already.

Hah.

Suddenly, Stephanie became

curious. If her mother knew about the filthy deeds that Sebastian had done, would she still push her own daughter into this dangerous situation?

"Where's the lunch?" Sebastian asked as he glanced at the documents on his desk but kept his eyes on Stephanie, wondering what tactics she would use to attract him.

What tricks would a gold-digger like her use, he wondered?

Underneath her well-kept appearance, would there be a nurse's uniform or tight skirt?

Thinking about the long-missed feeling from that night, he unexpectedly began to look forward to what she might do.