Isabella Weaver listened and said nonchalantly, "I’m not jealous; you’re overthinking it. It’s perfectly normal to buy her a gift."
Harry Hunter didn’t believe her. He’s co to understand that girls do care about these things. He hadn’t initially thought this was an issue, but since Isabella ntioned it more than once, he felt the need to clarify; otherwise, he’d be wrongly accused.
He emphasized again, "I didn’t buy any gift. Don’t give a guilty na for nothing."
Isabella appeared indifferent, but she couldn’t hide her inner joy.
She touched her heart, feeling it strange. When she was with Milo Field, and he bought gifts for Gilly Scott, she was never upset and hardly ever asked about it. Why is it different with Harry Hunter, and she cares now?
Could she be...?
Isabella suddenly shook her head and stood up from Harry Hunter’s lap, taking her design drafts and heading to her room, "I’m going to draw, you take so rest!"
Harry Hunter followed her, "It’s so late, what are you drawing? Get so sleep!"
"No sleep, I want to try hard!"
"Co on, sleep. I’ll hug you while sleeping. You can work hard tomorrow. What if you wear yourself out?"
Isabella raised her youthful face, "I’m young; I can handle it!"
Harry Hunter felt helpless, unable to persuade her. Besides, he liked the passionate side of this little girl.
"Alright, stay up late if you must. But after staying up, you still have to sleep with ,"
"Not sleeping with you, you go to your room!"
After saying that, she slamd the door shut, leaving Harry Hunter outside.
Harry Hunter looked around at the hotel booked by his secretary, feeling extrely dissatisfied!
Damn presidential suite with all these rooms, and now he couldn’t sleep in the sa bed with his little sweetheart!
This secretary must be a spy sent by soone else!
The next day, when the secretary saw her boss at the venue, she felt there was sothing off about her boss’s gaze, like he wanted to skin her alive.
She was on edge, fearing like the previous secretary, she might get fired.
The new CEO is more assertive and skillful than the forr one, but also harder to serve, making it tough to grasp his thoughts; his aura cold enough to freeze her soul.
The morning’s negotiations went very smoothly; Mayor Charles eagerly wanted to upgrade the city’s infrastructure. Other companies either lacked the capacity to complete the work alone or quoted prices too high, contrary to Mayor Charles’s cost-saving requirent for construction. Only Star Region Group had the financial and workforce strength to efficiently et Mayor Charles’s needs.
At noon, according to tradition, Harry Hunter should have lunch with Mayor Charles and his team, but he declined.
He had just taken office, and effortlessly secured this multi-billion deal. His youthful and handso face showed no arrogance or complacency, being calm and composed unlike a re twenty-six-year-old newcor.
Watching him being driven away, the deputy mayor discontentedly said to Mayor Charles, "He doesn’t seem to value us much, refusing to dine with us."
Mayor Charles waved his hand, "No, quite the opposite. It’s his confidence in his capabilities. We’re used to seeing sycophants, now eting soone with integrity. On the contrary, I think this heir of the Hunter Family has great potential."
"What about the plot in the developnt zone..."
"Tomorrow, let’s discuss it with this Junior President Hunter, handing it to him might be more beneficial for our city’s developnt than to those short-sighted developers."
The deputy mayor fell silent, understanding in his heart that this young heir of the Hunter Family had already won.
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