"Come in, Reporter Qi."
Maynard's voice came through from inside the office.
Viola avoided the eye contact, braced herself to go in, and spontaneously closed the door.
She turned around and found Maynard standing in front of her.
Viola smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Chu..." Before she could finish her sentence, she was dragged to the French window.
With her back against the cold and hard glass, she was pressed against by Maynard. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place and could not move an inch.
As always, she failed to push him away. With a big smile on her face, she said, "Mr. Chu, it's true that I wasn't involved in the eavesdropping."
But her plan was spoiled before she took action.
"Why didn't you pick me up at the airport yesterday?" Maynard lifted her chin with his finger. His narrow and long eyes were dark and deep.
Stunned for a while, Viola quickly responded and smiled. "I was delayed by something yesterday, so I couldn't come."
She didn't want the scoundrels to know that she had come back suddenly when she arrived at the airport. After all, it was a bit embarrassing.
"What is it?" Maynard grasped her tight.
Subconsciously, she wanted to tell him what had happened in the barbecue party. But
She suddenly thought of the ugly scene after getting drunk, and immediately dispelled the idea.
With her long eyelashes trembling, Viola looked at her fingers innocently, "Oh, that's what you asked. The magazine never allows idlers. Of course I'm doing an interview outside."
She inadvertently showed a pleasing smile.
What responded to her was that he suddenly tightened his grip on her chin, which made her feel so painful that she almost shed tears.
With an expressionless face, Maynard looked at the woman whose eyes had turned red for two seconds. Without the least sign of pity for a woman, he asked in a cold voice, "Really?"
Viola nodded without blinking her eyes, "Of course it's true. You are my boss. How dare I lie to you?"
What's more, she did want to interview yesterday