Chapter <b>0130 </b>


    The manager scanned the documents before sternly addressing Emily, “Can’t you read? Even if you can’t, you should be able to read the page numbers<b>. </b>See<b>, </b>these pages are all mismatched! Do you use your brain when you work?<b>” </b>


    Unlike Violet, Emily had been pampered by Belle since childhood. She was treasured and nurtured with care, with no need to do anything beyond singing. It was understandable for her tock the ability to carry herself.


    Her upbringing contributed to her current plight.


    Violet shook her head in resignation.


    The scenario became more awkward and unpleasant when Emily looked up and met Violet’s eyes.


    Violet chose not to involve herself in the matter and entered the elevator.


    Unknown to her<b>, </b>Emily was shooting a resentful nce at her behind her back.


    Arriving on the 25th floor, Violet’s jaw fell at the vastness of the area.


    She mused at the opulence of the president’s lifestyle.


    The office space downstairs was about the same, but the president alone had taken up a space


    The absence of any staff–no secretary, assistant, or employee–made her wonder if the president


    ever felt lonely in such a vast space<b>. </b>


    Violet wondered if the president would get scared of staying here all alone.


    She strolled through the space, and heard her own echo.


    Violet contemted which of the numerous rooms was the president’s office. She began to


    search all over t


    ce, trying to locate it.


    Suddenly, a displeased voice from behind her asked, “Do you n to roam around here all day?”


    Startled, Violet turned quickly, encountering Lucius’s stern, icy gaze peeking out from a doorway. He exuded a charm more captivating than any celebrity.


    “Why are you here?” she asked, taken aback.


    The fact that Lucius had acquired thispany was beyond her. Violet stared at him in confusion.


    Lucius casually shrugged.


    Violet then noticed the “President’s Office“ son above the room n? mes in


    “Are you the president’s friend?” she asked.


    Lucius touched his face, seemingly uninterested in exining, Pre ansture HAY CA


    Violet stood still, and refused. “Sorry. I’m here to see the president


    “I’m the one who asked your manager to bring you here, he responded, yinG MOOS ME


    choosing not to disclose his acquisition of thepany for her sake,


    Disheartened, Violet protested, “How could you do this? Don’t you now i’m very besp


    Since Lucius wasn’t the president, she felt no obligation to stay. She turned, and said Tes


    get back to work.”


    Lucius nearly exploded with anger. This silly woman hadn’t seen him in a long time didn’t she miss him for a bit? Her resolute actions implied she didn’t give a damn about him.


    This infuriated him even more. He took a step forward, and sped her hand in his


    Her quick pace nearly caused her to stumble when he pulled her and spun her around


    “Why are you doing this to me?” Violet eximed, infuriated.


    It was terrible enough that he interrupted her work for no apparent reason, but he also treated roughly. She rubbed the sore spot, ring back at him resentfully.


    Enraged, Lucius twisted his lips, desiring to devour the woman before him. He wondered


    how this woman could not sense his affection for her. What made him fall for her?


    “Don’t you remember? We have unresolved business to settle!” he dered.


    Instead of responding with hostility, Violet asked, “What matters?


    “What business?” Lucius pulled out the receipt and waved it before her eyes


    “Did you forget? It cost me ten billion to rescue you. On top of that, I spent an entire night using my body to counteract that drug for you. Remember who I am? Lucius Davis, the wealthiest man alive. My body is priceless. Tell me, how do you n topensate me?”


    The notion of being ten billion dors in debt for the rest of my life was terrifying. Moreover, his physical involvement also became part of her debt?


    Violet parted her lips, preparing to object.


    “Don’t lose sight of the fact that if not for my intervention, you would’ve lost your freedom. You


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    a hellish location. Once you’re caught in a ce like this, your fate is sealed,” he said, cutting her


    She held her tongue, acknowledging the truth in Lucius’s words.


    “Furthermore, there was no antidote for the drug in your system. <i>You </i>would’ve died if it hadn’t been for me to care about you and reluctantly be intimate with you.”


    “No…antidote?”


    Deep down, Violet harbored resentment towards Lucius, He had freed her, only to bind her to him


    in such a way.


    Hearing his exnation, she grasped the entirety of her situation. His use of words like scorn and


    hesitation to describe his feelings toward her saddened her.


    Her head lowered<b>, </b>and her shoulders dropped. Her face lost all its radiance, and she murmured a


    low. “Thank you.”


    Her demeanor somewhat soothed Lucius’s annoyance. His frown eased, and he suggested, “Since you appreciate what I’ve done, show your sincerity. Join me for a drink.”


    <b>“</b>But I’m on the clock,” she countered, albeit less vehemently.


    “Having a drink with me is part of your job,” he graciously offered.


    Violet was reluctant to blur the lines between professional and personal. She proposed, “How about this? What if Ie to <b>see </b>you after work for that drink<b>?</b>”