?Chapter 12 Quite Cultured


    Sean slipped his right hand into his pocket. "Why are you asking like this?"


    "Heh..." ire smirked mockingly, turned her head to look at him, and said, "You know I''m C. S. Lawrence! Don''t deny it. You saw me just now, and you weren''t surprised at all. You came up and asked me why I didn''t call you. It''s obvious you knew! So, was the script not really a problem at all? Did you just casually devise an excuse to trick me intoing here?"


    The word "trick" was probably the first time someone dared to use it on Sean.


    This woman, ire, was young but quite audacious.


    Sean raised an eyebrow and turned to face ire. He said, "Speaking of this, I''d like to ask you something."


    Towering over her at six feet and six inches, Sean loomed like a mountain. His presence emanated an immense pressure that instinctively forced ire to take a step back.


    "What ... what do you want to ask?" She stammered.


    Sean curled his lips slightly, moved closer, and nced at the work badge hanging from her chest. "C. S. Lawrence. C is for ire, and S is for what? Why did you choose this pen name?"


    Huh?


    What''s wrong with that?


    ire was utterly perplexed by his words. Under his overwhelming presence, she quickly retreated two steps, appearing weak, vulnerable, and helpless.


    However, the elevator was only so big, and her back was soon pressed against the cold elevator wall. She had no more room to retreat.


    With a sharp "smack," Sean ced both hands against the elevator wall, imprisoning her between himself and the wall. He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on her eyes, exuding a dangerous aura all over his body. "Hmm? Can''te up with an answer?"


    The man''s presence enveloped ire entirely. She could even feel his breath brushing against her hair.


    At such a close distance, ire felt a sense of danger, yet for some reason, she knew that Sean wouldn''t harm her.


    She raised her head, and her gaze met his delicate lips. Despite being a man, his lips were rosy, more enticing than any lipstick color.


    She had seen such tempting lips before...


    Ugh!


    In a moment like this, why was she still thinking about that matter!


    The man before her was none other than Xander''s elder!


    Feeling her face heat up, she quickly averted her gaze, as if her eyes had been scalded, and said, "I chose the pen name ''C. S. Lawrence'' because I think this name will bring me good luck. C is for ire. S is for Shakespeare, my favorite author. Lawrence is derived from the wordurel, a Roman symbol of victory."


    Sean''s expression froze momentarily, and he was getting a bit awkward.


    When he first saw this pen name, he subconsciously associated the initial "S" with himself, but he didn''t expect ire to choose this because of Shakespeare. Although, it sounded much more reasonable


    Just then, with a "ding," the elevator door opened.


    Sean withdrew his hands and casually slipped his right hand into his pocket. "Hmm. You''re quite cultured indeed."


    He said calmly as if he were genuinely discussing an ordinary matter with ire.


    ire raised her hand to cover her flushed face and watched his figure as he stepped out of the elevator. She stuck her tongue out at him yfully.


    What did he mean by "quite cultured"? She already has a good education!


    She was an exceptional student Silverton University had not seen in decades. She had excellent character and excellent grades. ire even had a double degree!


    Sean suddenly turned around and looked at her. "Aren''t youing?"


    ire quickly retracted her pink tongue and awkwardly hurried beside him.


    Sean''s office was on the top floor of this building, the 88th floor. Within the spacious office area, not a single woman could be seen!


    The entire area was filled with men, and ire couldn''t help but feel that Sean probably had some disdain for women.


    Everyone knew that the office adjacent to the CEO''s office on the top floor was thepany''s heart. Seeing that there wasn''t a single woman in sight, ire couldn''t help but wonder if Sean held a rtively low opinion of women.


    Walking beside Sean, she could feel the scrutinizing gazes of those men, giving her an odd sensation.


    It was when they entered his office that the men outside swarmed together.


    "I can''t believe my eyes. Did I just have a hallucination? Mr. Sean actually brought a woman up here?" "It wasn''t a hallucination. I saw it too!"


    "OMG, isn''t this floor off-limits to outsiders? Even the managers of thepany can''te up here. Why is that woman here?"


    Someone nearby pped him on the head. "Are you an idiot? Mr. Sean personally brought her up. It''s obvious he doesn''t see her as an outsider!"


    "Not an outsider? Then who is she..."


    "Hehe.."


    The group of men chuckled suggestively. "She must be Mrs. Vanderbilt!"


    Someone doubted, "That''s not necessarily true. The Vanderbilts are quite extensive. She might be a distant rtive''s younger generation."


    "Hey, look at this."


    Someone raised their phone, and on the screen was the Facebook post that Valeria had made. The person was so excited that their face turned red. "Isn''t the girl in the picture the same as the one here?"


    Everyone looked and nodded one after another, saying, "It''s her!"


    "Haha! Mr. Sean actually replied personally! Have you seen Mr. Sean reply to anyone''s Facebook post before?"


    With this revtion, no one questioned it further. They all looked toward the door of the CEO''s office, their expressions filled with ambiguous smiles.Têxt ? N?velDrama.Org.


    They went in, and the door was closed...


    Sean''s office was quite spacious, covering an area of three hundred square meters. Besides the workspace, there was a lounge, meeting, and multimedia room for video calls.


    Standing on such a high floor, ire felt like the air was much fresher.


    Sean sat on the sofa in the meeting area and extended his hand to ire.


    ire understood and walked over.


    Suddenly, her gazended on the round table before Sean, where a very noticeable script of "The Twenty-Fifth Hour"y!


    It seemed he had read her script and called her here... to discuss script matters.


    Surprised, she blinked her eyes and weakly sat down on the sofa opposite Sean. "Mr. Vanderbilt, did you


    really read my script?"


    Sean''s lips curved into a faint smile. "I haven''t read it. I just lured you here."


    "Hehe.." ire felt so embarrassed that she wished to dig a hole and hide. She hurriedly took off


    her bag, retrieved the script from inside, and said, "Mr. Vanderbilt, please don''t joke. I overthought just now. Let''s talk about the script matter now."


    Sean took out his phone and ced it on the round table. "Before we discuss the script, don''t you need to handle the Facebook post Valeria made?"


    ire knew that Valeria had taken a photo of her earlier and posted it on Facebook. She was a minor celebrity but not particrly famous. She was nowhere near as popr as those inte celebrities. Her reputation was mainly within the online literature circle.


    When it came to work, she was always serious. "No need. It''s a minor issue. Whether I handle it or not. doesn''t matter. Your time is valuable, Mr. Vanderbilt. I won''t waste it on that."