"Oh?" Payton raised his eyebrows, and a hint of interest surfaced in his black eyes. "Are you afraid that I'll go for another woman?"
Hearing this, the smile on Juliet's face froze, but she quickly regained her senses. She laughed and patted his shoulder, "Payton, I found that your imagination was so rich. You can be a scriptwriter."
Payton frowned in pain and shook off her hand, "Juliet, can you speak properly? Don't mess around!"
Juliet's hand froze in mid-air. Seeing his unhappy expression, she withdrew her hand embarrassedly. "Sorry, I was so excited just now."
Then she asked, "How is it? Aren't you going to ask me out tomorrow?"
Payton rubbed his aching shoulders and said angrily, "I'll pick you up at nine tomorrow. Remember to dress up properly."
"Dress up properly?" Juliet rubbed her chin in puzzlement, and then her eyes suddenly lit up. Would he...
She raised her eyes and was just about to ask him when she saw him walk straight into the office and shut the door with a bang.
Looking at the closed door, Juliet curled her lips. What an unfathomable man!
Sometimes, he would joke with her, completely ignoring his image.
Sometimes, he would be so gloomy and unapproachable.
What a contradiction.
The shareholder's meeting of the Tang Group would start at 9:00 a.m. sharp. Rorey arrived at the company very early and sat down at the main seat of the conference table. She seemed to have regarded herself as the new chairman.
The shareholders were divided into two factions, the interests faction and the nostalgia faction.
The Interest faction was comprised of the shareholders that Rorey had bribed.
The nostalgia faction was made up of people who strived with Seneca.
Rorey scanned the shareholders on both sides of the table and had a rough idea in her heart.