Chapter 572 I''ll Make Sure You Regret It


    She thus deceived Sandra and managed to obtain funds and manpower from her to n the giarism incident.


    Even though this exnation had numerous loopholes, ironically, she held crucial evidence in her hands and stubbornly confessed to the crime. As a result, the police had no choice but to arrest her in ordance with thew.


    Sandra emerged wlessly unscathed from this incident.


    Listening to all of this, Charlotte''s perception of Sandra became even clearer. This woman was shrewd and deeply cunning. Even when caught with evidence against her, she managed to escape unharmed.


    At this moment, dressed in a well-fitted cream-colored business suit, Sandra walked in gracefully, exuding an elegant demeanor.


    Even in a tightly wrapped suit, she unabashedly showcased her perfectly curved figure.


    "Do you have no objections now, Mr. Smith?" Sandra raised an eyebrow, yfully retorting. She instinctively nced at Charlotte, hoping to find the familiar jealousy in her eyes; often, such women were easier to manipte.


    But unexpectedly, Charlotte''s gaze fell upon her with appreciation, devoid of any shadow of negativity.


    It was as if she was admiring a piece of artwork.


    This realization ignited a trace of anger within Sandra. How dare she?


    What infuriated Sandra even more was that Charlotte suddenly stood up and smiled at Joe, saying, "Since you''re discussing business matters, I won''t disturb you."Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Joe also nodded naturally, "I''lle find you for lunchter."


    Although no explicit words were exchanged between them, it felt as if everything had been said.


    Sandra sneered. Charlotte''s pretense of being magnanimous was truly foolish. Did she think she could prove her generosity this way? She would make her regret it deeply. After Charlotte left, Sandra smoothly took a seat on the sofa, her slender legs brushing against Joe''s pants leg almost imperceptibly. She ced a contract proposal on the table. "This is our coboration proposal this time. If you have any opinions, feel free to bring them up, Mr. Smith," Sandra leaned in slowly towards Joe.


    "Get lost," Joe''s gaze turned icy as he looked at her, and suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Sandra by the neck.


    Sandra''s face turned pale in shock. She struggled to grab his wrist, but Joe remained unmoved.


    His gaze was like a long-dormant predator, carrying a merciless intent to kill, as he fixed her with an unrelenting stare.


    "I don''t care why you suddenly showed up, but if you intend to harm Charlotte, I''ll make sure you regret ever setting foot in this country," Joe released Sandra and tossed her onto the sofa.


    He then walked to his desk, using an alcohol wipe to clean his fingers meticulously.


    In reality, Joe hadn''t used much force. There wasn''t even a hint of a red mark on Sandra''s neck. However, in that split second, Sandra was genuinely convinced that Joe would ruthlessly choke the life out of her.


    As she looked at the discarded alcohol wipe, Sandra red at him in fury, "Are you crazy? If I were to run out right now and im you assaulted me, you''d probably end up in big trouble!"


    Joe casually sat down in his executive chair, waving his hand nonchntly, "Feel free to."


    For the first time, Sandra found herself speechless in the presence of a man. Fuming with anger, she stormed out of the office.