Can't stop loving you

Chapter 13 That Night Five Years Ago

Trying to resist the urge to escape, Viola entered the CEO's office.

She had thought that even if she ran so fast now, she would still be caught by the chief editor.

Therefore, she felt ill at ease and sat down on the sofa.

"Miss Qi, take a seat. I'm going to copy the data." Julie said as she closed the door.

Viola suddenly felt that it was a waste of talent for such a good assistant to be owned by Maynard, the

demon.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew in from the outside of the window, and several pieces of paper on

the desk were blown to her feet.

Viola bent over to pick up the box and was about to put it back on the table. Suddenly, she saw her

photo on the top left corner of the box, with the words "Information about Viola".

She was startled and quickly looked through them one by one. The information on the document could

be said to be in details, and he knew exactly where she went. What's more, she noticed that the

information was found by him when she was a child.

Did he discover something?

Trembling with fear, she clenched the paper into a ball unconsciously.

A sound of opening the door came through. It was Maynard.

She subconsciously hid the few documents behind her, praying that the guy hadn't seen them yet.

"I've already seen that. It's too late." Sitting on the chair behind the table, Maynard picked up a pen and

played with it.

Upon hearing what Maynard had said, Viola got furious. She said, "You bastard! How dare you send

people to investigate me! Don't you know that you are invading my privacy?"

She would have thrown the papers onto his face if it were not for her remaining sense!

"Reporter, have you heard a saying?" Maynard was not angry at all, and his face was calm.

Glancing at each other angrily, she asked, "What's the matter?"

"You know the source. It's good to cooperate with you." Maynard raised his chin and raised the corners

of his narrow and long eyes slightly. "You should have known my identity. Since I have decided to let

you be my personal reporter, before that, I have to inspect whether you are dangerous or not."

"Can you detect how dangerous I am now?" Viola was very angry.

"From my point of view, you don't have a big problem, zed. I just need your answer." Chauncy said NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

seriously.

Anna took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but her fists clenched unconsciously. "President

Chauncy, please tell me."

She really wanted to slap this man to death!

"I have found out almost your information, but just in the night five years ago, I didn't find it. Reporter,

can you tell me what is going on?" Maynard sat straight and stopped playing with the guide pen in his

hand.

She lowered her head, letting down the bangs on her forehead. She hid her emotions and said, " That

night five years ago, I was with my boyfriend. "

"How long will you stay here?" Maynard asked urgently.

With a guilty conscience, Viola yawned while covering her mouth. "The past is past. Now that we have

broken up, just let it go."

"Really?" Maynard said with an unidentified expression.

Viola nodded and gave the crumpled paper to him. "Mr. Chu, I don't know what to say since you have

already checked it. But it's not good for you to behave like that. I hope you won't do it again, okay?"

However, she didn't expect that Maynard didn't take the envelope but grasped her hand. As a result,

she trembled, and the material in her hand fell like snow all over the place.

She tried several times but still failed to get rid of Maynard. With a defensive look on her face, she said,

"Mr. Chu, you can't do anything like that. We are just partners."

Subconsciously, she looked at the table in the sofa and suddenly found that the ashtray was gone.

"Why is your hand so cold?" Maynard didn't answer her question but asked her in reply. With a gloomy

expression on his face, he added, "I remember once there was a woman whose hands were cold and

rigid when she went to bed."

Wearing a confused look on her face, Viola fixed her coat with another hand on her neck

exaggeratedly. "President Chu, I haven't noticed that the air-conditioner in the office is so cold. Oh my

God! Am I cold? Have I got a flu?"

She sneezed exaggeratedly and looked very worried.

"It seems very cold." Maynard nodded slightly and released her. "You run around the magazine office

and the Chu group every day, so you must have never seen the scenery here. Come on, I'll take you

out to have a look."

Viola rubbed her wrist. She didn't show on her face, but in fact, she was very nervous. In her opinion,

Maynard had never been easily fooled.

Viola pretended to be flattered, seemingly constantly flattering, but actually refused, "Ah, how can I?

Mr. Chu, your time is as precious as water. How can I have the heart to let you waste on a woman like

me? "

"What? Why did you turn me down for such a trifle? " Feeling dissatisfied, Maynard threatened her with

his eyes. "Should I call your chief editor in advance and ask for her permission?"

As he spoke, he picked up the microphone.

She stopped him at the first time and said with a big smile, "Mr. Chu, you don't have to do that for me.

I'm just going out to have a walk. I'll go there in a minute."

She looked totally different from what she looked like before.