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New Wolf President Hooks Up

  • Chương 18

Chapter 18: Late for the First Day of Work​





















Lucas did not want to care about Oliver’s infatuation, he just took his coat and walked out, “Hey, you don’t want to go? Do you intend to hug and sleep on the sofa here tonight? I’ll leave first.”


“Hey, hey! Dude! Wait for me!” Oliver was startled, jumped, and hurriedly chased after Lucas.


While walking beside Lucas, Oliver was still nagging about how the girl he liked was so interesting and naïve that her eyes were so bright and beautiful her lips were… Lucas’s head was about to explode from listening to it.


Walking out from the nightclub, Lucas finally couldn’t hold back, breathing in the night wind, and said, “I bet you won’t be able to chase her!”


“What? What did you say?” Oliver widened his eyes, his hair and clothes were fluttering in the night wind. The diamond buttons on his shirt sparkled.


“I said, I’m betting that you won’t be able to get this girl.”


“You’ve seen her?”


“No. I’m not interested in seeing this kind of small dish.”


“Then what makes you think that I won’t be able to get her? Don’t go first, if you don’t answer me, I’ll be troubled by it.” Oliver grabbed Lucas’s clothes, not letting go.


Lucas grinned, “Why? It’s just sixth sense, I guess. You hurt so many women, I feel that it’s time for a woman to handle you.”


“So it was based on wild guesses.” Only then was Oliver relieved, he laughed with self-confidence, “Let me tell you Lucas, this time you can wait for a good show! This woman, I’m determined to get her! Since when had I, Master Young, failed to return with fruitful results? Do you dare to place a bet with me?”


Lucas sneered, “Bet on what, there is something worth betting on?”


“Bet if I manage to chase her, you dare?” Oliver’s stared at Lucas with sparkling eyes.


Lucas was exhausted, he yawned and said casually, “Okay okay, let’s bet then. What do you want to bet on?”




“I’ll bet with the vase from Ming Dynasty with your BMW 330Li!”


Lucas laughed and lightly hit Oliver, “You this guy, still thinking about that car of mine? Fine, up to you! It’s a bet. I won’t talk to you anymore, I’m really exhausted. Talk again. Bye.”


Lucas stepped into his car, waved at Oliver, and drove away.


Oliver was spinning the keys on his fingers, smirking towards the evening breeze. “wait for it, I’ll definitely win! Definitely!” Then he turned and looked at the door of Y Nightclub before driving his car away.





It was already half-past eleven at night when Elaine rushed home exhaustedly. Her shift ended at eleven o’clock, and it took her that long as she cycled back. She entered the house in silence and looked at her father’s room first before tiptoeing in.


She saw the pants and socks that her father left on the balcony, and her sister’s t-shirt, she thought about it, no matter how tired she was, she should still wash her father’s clothes. But for her sister’s t-shirt, it can be thrown aside and let her do the washing herself.


After washing her father’s clothes, and hanging it, did Elaine went to wash up and prepared to sleep. By the time she was on the bed, it was already twelve plus, and she could hear her sister, Ellie grinding her teeth. She was too sleepy to think about anything and fell asleep the moment she laid on the bed.


The next day, when Elaine woke up, her hair fluffed up and was yawning, but her yawn halted, and she froze. Looking at her room but her sister’s presence wasn’t there, Elaine felt that something was off… What did she miss? She looked at the clock and screamed immediately. Oh my God, it’s nine o’clock!


Yesterday, the secretary from the secretariate office told her to be in the office before half-past eight. Before half-past eight? Three black lines fell down.


Yesterday was reporting, so today would be considered as the first day of work. She was so unlucky to be late for her first day of work! Elaine did everything in a panic because she was too anxious. She wore her clothes in reverse and had toothpaste all over her face. Indeed the more anxious one is, the more chaotic it would be.


“Damn it, I’m late on my first day of work, not sure if that stingy Smith will deduct my salary. It’s already low, and if it was to be deducted by that sinister villain, how much would be left? Why do I have to work with that stingy Smith!”


Worst, it was just a temporary assistant. Assistant? What does an assistant do? It was to do whatever the boss asked you to do, and you’ll obey obediently. For example, buy him water and food, wash his clothes, and sanitized the place. For example, comb his hair, wipe the table, buy underwear, socks, and even gifts for his lover, deliver things, make appointments…


She has seen too similar plots, especially in TV series. Sigh, how pitiful she was. She has to watch over a blackhearted, vicious, sinister, irritable bad guy… Eight hours per day, how is she going to endure? How to survive!






Elaine squeezed in the bus and jogged to the company. Took the lift to level 29, her small face flushed. The whole room full of secretaries stared at her as if they were looking at a six-eyed monster from Mars.


“Hi~ Good morning.” Elaine awkwardly smiled and waved at the secretaries, considered it as a greeting. Everyone looked at her coldly for a few seconds before collectively lowering their head and returned back to their work.


Elaine’s eyeball moved left and right as if walking on thin ice, she walked in gently. The atmosphere… Seemed a bit depressing, and the air pressure felt low and a little weird?


At this moment, the secretary from before flipped through her file and spoke. “President Smith’s is in a bad mood today and has already scolded a few people. Everyone will have to work with your tails in-between and complete their work efficiently and with high quality. If not, don’t cry when you become the cannon fodder.”


What? Elaine stopped in her tracks. President Smith was in a bad mood? Have already scolded a few people? Oh no, she’s really unlucky, why on of all days she was late today? If she were to enter now, it would be more than being a cannon fodder already, it would be to the point of extinction.


Elaine’s face was bitter, walking back and forth along the corridor, hesitating. Should she go in? Go in or not? Humph, no matter how good is Emmett Smith, he was also hers. After all, they already had skin contact and crossed the boundary between men and women… They are on the same side! What’s there to be scared of! Elaine Jones, show your courage, go!


But… Elaine’s arrogance deflated again… Sigh, so what there’s skin contact? In the eyes of that sly, crafty, worst than a beast, Emmett Smith, that night doesn’t mean anything! She firmly believes that she wouldn’t receive any special treatment from Emmett just because of that night.


Occasionally, in confusion, she accidentally slept with him one night, what worth it has, and what it counts as. Wouldn’t it be used by these blackhearted guys to blackmail again? From there, it’s enough to see how vicious and cruel Emmett was.


“Hm? Why are you staring into space here?” Jasper, who was coming out from the President’s office, saw Elaine with a surprised look, “What are you doing here if you’re not entering!”


Elaine clasped her fingers, said softly, “Vice-President Hall… is President Smith angry because I’m late?”






Jasper saw Elaine’s obedient look, couldn’t help but laughed, “President Chen didn’t even realize you’re not there, he is so busy, where does he find time to pay attention to you? Quickly go in.”


“Really?” Elaine’s small face quickly brightened up, the corners of her mouth raised, “really? President Smith didn’t notice me? That’s great! Thank you!” Elaine walked in happily.


Jasper couldn’t help but sigh, “Sorry, I’ve lied to you.” He said to himself.


But Emmett was also strange, it was evident because he didn’t see the girl in the morning, that’s why he got angry. It was so scary when he threw his temper, a few of them got scolded, but it was because of her… Yet, he wasn’t allowed to say it out.


Sigh, a strange Emmett.


Elaine opened the door slightly, squeezed her face in to check out the inside before pushing open the door, and walked in with her neck shrunk.


“President Smith… I’m here to work…” Her volume was as soft as a mosquito.


Did she see wrongly? She actually saw Emmett, who was seated reclining in his chair, body quivered. Aye, this man’s heart wasn’t right, it was as black as a black pot’s bottom, but his appearance… was really advantageous.


God was too unfair, why does he give such bad guys so many benefits? Rich, handsome, and wickedly smart, damn it…


At this moment, President Smith opened his eyes and leaned against the chair, one hand on his forehead, covering half his face. He placed his slender legs on the table without restraint, the straight trousers illustrated his straight legs. The shoes were polished with not a single peck of dusk.


This guy wore a lilac shirt today. Most people who wore it will look tacky, but on him, Emmett Smith… geez, he was like a model. His tie was loose, was it pulled off by him? He looked unrestrained and even had an aura of wickedness surrounding him.


That tie, either he takes it off and does not wear it or just wear it correctly, shouldn’t be hanging like this. Elaine really wanted to go over and help him with his tie.


She has already gone in for a while, why didn’t this stingy Smith say a word? He doesn’t even bother to lift his eyelid? Did he fall asleep? Then can she find a random place to sit?


Elaine looked around and automatically went to sit on the sofa. Just as her bottom was about to touch the cushion, she heard the icy voice of someone, “Do you need me to send you a clock?”


“Ah?” Elaine was shocked by the words that came out of nowhere, she jumped up from the sofa in an instant, and scratched her hair, anxiously saying, “Oh, you didn’t sleep.”


Swoosh! Emmett’s eyes suddenly opened, blazing with anger, and stared at Elaine. That fiery and dangerous look made Elaine’s hair stand.
 
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