Chapter 7


    "Seems like you are eager to leave at any moment." He stared at her and said coldly.


    Ha! Jenna Murphy secretly sneered. She would never have stepped into this room and faced this


    devil if she didn''t have to, no matter how ceremoniously they invited her. She hated being near the


    man who killed her father. A cold glint shed across her eyes, and she felt a dull pain in her heart.


    She gritted her teeth and didn''t say a word.


    The excitement surging in Hansen Richards''s heart rapidly cooled down. His gloomy face was


    covered with frost, and his voice was scarily frigid. "I''ll give you ten days to design five luxury model


    cars that will impact the global market. One of them must surpass the Modern Idia. Can you do


    that?"


    He looked at her with his unreadable eyes as his thin lips slowly parted.


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    Five models in ten days? Was he intentionally challenging her? Good ideas are inspired by


    everyday life, and it wasn''t something that could be created overnight.


    Looking into his demanding and contemptuous eyes, Jenna knew that she had to knowingly walk


    into the trap.


    "Yes I can." She gritted her teeth and added emphatically, "But you have to agree to my request as


    well." Another request? How dare a subordinate make a request to the boss? Hansen was very


    displeased. He leaned against the back pillows as he tapped on it with his fingers, and his eyes


    were ice cold.


    Jenna did not look at him.


    The Whalen Overseas Group was the Richards Group''s biggestpetitor in product globalization.


    The Whalen Group has be more powerful than the Richards Group in the global market thanks


    to the extreme poprity of the Modern Idia, which was designed by Jenna. But the famously


    ambitious Richards Group was not going to back off because of that.


    The uing press conference was basically an attempt to challenge the Whalen Group. As far as


    she knew, the Richards Group currently didn''t have any spectacr model cars that could win over


    the global market at the moment.


    She wasn''t worried at all that Hansen would refuse!


    "There are two limited edition Panika luxury cars manufactured overseas by the Richards family that


    are in A city. I want them." She said calmly without missing a beat, but her eyes were fixed on his


    handsome face, determined to catch every single one of his micro expressions.


    If what happened to her father really had something to do with him, there''s no way that he could


    hide it perfectly without flustering at all.


    Hansen''s eyes were calm, but his pupils contracted ever so slightly. Sparks of light bursted through


    his inky pupils like lightning among stormy dark clouds. He leaned forward and closed his fingers in


    his palms. The cold and silent light in his eyes gradually became less harsh, and took on a tinge of


    curiosity. The muscles on his face rxed, and a faint smile shed across it.


    Other than his usual detachment, there wasn''t any kind of notable loss ofposure on his face. If


    anything, he looked incredibly calm!


    Jenna was a little disappointed, but also a little hopeful at the same time. To be honest, she didn''t


    want to believe that Hansen would really be so vicious and cruel. There was no reason for him to be


    that heartless, even if he hated her.


    He lit a cigar and took a few long drags. His handsome face was partly hidden by the smoke, his


    eyes were dark, and his expression was unreadably silent.


    Jenna''s chest suddenly tightened. She couldn''t see through him!


    Jenna heard his deep and sonorous voice calmly cutting through the tense confrontation, I''ll agree


    to that."


    "Ahem." Jenna let out a sigh of relief and choked on his smoke, so she coughed softly.


    "Very well, I hope that our coboration will be pleasant." She smiled, stood up, and turned around


    to leave.


    An arm that was strong as iron suddenly wrapped around her slender waist, immediately stopping


    her movement.


    A spark of anger shed in her eyes, and she red at him. The corners of Hansen''s lips curled


    into an enigmatic smile, and his hand was still around her waist. He looked down at her with


    unfathomable eyes.


    Jenna didn''t expect him to treat his employee so disrespectfully in his work ce. She had heard


    that he was a very stern and serious boss, but it looked like she believed those rumors too easily.


    She was so shocked that she opened her red lips and was about to throw a fit at him.


    But he pressed his burning hot lips against her rosy lips and aggressively stole her breath in the


    blink of an eye!


    Her nostrils were filled with the scent that she was once madly obsessed with, and she instantly felt


    woozy. She struggled, but he only tightened his grasp. He greedily took in all of her soft fragrance


    and charming beauty.


    Jenna''s head was buzzing, and it was bing more and more difficult for her to breathe. Her


    chest felt like it was going to explode. What made her angrier was that she was still obsessed with


    his smell, even now. Her subconscious mind wasn''t resisting him at all, she didn''t even want to push


    him away.


    "If you''re so capable, why did you ask for such a huge sum of money from me in the first ce? Or


    are you just a greedy and fickle woman by nature?" After a long while, he finally left her lips and


    enjoyed the aftertaste, but his words were full of ridicule.


    His flippant words were vicious and it violently cut into Jenna''s fragile heart. Her head instantly


    cleared up. He was just humiliating and ying with her. A sh of anger appeared in her icy eyes


    and she forcefully pushed him away.


    "Please behave yourself, Hansen Richards. You will regret it if you humiliate me again." Jenna was


    extremely upset as she shouted at him and rushed out of the door.


    "I will regret it? Haha." Hansen snorted, and the corners of his lips curved into an attractive smile.


    Her threat was as scary as a tickle. He watched her frantically run out of the room, and a hint of


    mischief glimmered in his eyes.


    He crossed his arms and thought for a moment. Then he walked to his desk and dialed the phone.


    "Send Alvin Robertson in."


    A few minutester, a tall man with bronze skin and sharp eyes walked in.


    "Greetings, Mr. Richards."


    "Alvin, I need you to go to the United States right now. Find out about the three years that the


    designer spent in America and make a detailed report of it." Hansen looked in the direction where


    Jenna left and gave a clear set of orders.


    "Yes sir, I''m going to book a flight right away." Alvin Robertson nodded and quickly left.


    Hansen sat down on the sofa again, but his mind was somewhat dazed. This woman has seemingly


    changed to an unbelievable degree during her three-year absence from his life.


    Or has she not even changed at all? Did he underestimate her in the past?


    Did he really miss out on something? Jenna anxiously rushed back to the office and ran into the


    bathroom. She put her hands on the smooth marble sink and looked up at herself in the mirror.


    Her cheeks were scarlet red, and the rosy lips that were kissed by him looked beautiful and alluring,


    his scent even lingered on them!


    God d*mn it. She desperately washed her lips over and over again.


    How, how could she let him kiss her? There was nothing left between them.


    She couldn''t let him touch her ever again. This was her principle and her pride. They had nothing to


    do with each other anymore. The only reason why she came here today was to find the murderer


    who killed her father, that was all!


    His mocking and condescending eyes shed before her, and she felt a sharp pang of pain in her


    heart. How could she be so cheap?


    She spent the entire morning in a state of anxiety. She was staring at the model car on her


    computer screen, but her thoughts were a jumbled mess. She was supposed to design five model


    cars that would impact the world within ten days. Could she really do it when she felt so terrible?


    Jenna caressed her cheeks, which were still burning hot. She ran into the bathroom and turned on


    the fancy and spotless sink faucet so she could ssh her face with cold water. Then she wiped it


    dry and put on some light makeup to go out for lunch first.