Hendrix had always been that way. He did things flawlessly, leaving no chance for his opponent to react at all.
Sean got up and made a phone call. After returning, he accepted Hendrix's conditions as expected. After signing the agreement, he left with his assistants as if they had lost a battle.
As soon as they left, it was only me and Hendrix left in the conference room.
"Stop pretending. There's no one here anymore." I reached out and slapped Hendrix's hand off my belly. "Don't take advantage of me!"
Hendrix shrugged his shoulders resentfully. Obviously, he was not happy. Men were never satisfied.
I thought about the unwilling look in Sean's eyes when he left the conference room, and compared it to when I first met him as he came gentlemanly. He looked completely different, making me feel flustered. I still felt that GW Group was not that simple. I couldn't help but doubt our future collaboration, asking, "Are you really going to continue working with them?" "What do you think?" Hendrix replied as he leaned back in his chair casually.
Guessing each other's thoughts seemed to have become a common thing between the two of us. I sighed and reluctantly went along with him, saying, "I think you don't seem to have any other choices since the agreement has been made?"
Hendrix laughed, "You said that you didn't want to see me anymore, but now you're still hanging out with me in bed every day, right?"
"Hendrix Roberts!" I picked up the only thing on the table, which was a fountain pen, and threw it at him with a deadly glare.
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