Watching her retreating figure, Sandria smiled coldly.
She hadn’t wanted to do this at first. After all, Lola and Travis raised her for years.
But it seemed that her kindness was wasted on them.
Within two weeks, they’d know her real identity. Would they still be gloating over these 150 thousand dollars?
She turned to leave. Yet in the next second, she spotted a familiar figure.
It was Fulbert.
With one hand tucked in his pocket, he stood there motionlessly, his posture straight. He was looking at her, his gaze deep, piercing.
She had no idea how long he had been standing there.
Somehow, she felt irritated.
Florentino’s friends all knew her humble origins. During the Farley family’s repeated visits to beg for money, they had groveled before these elites, which made them pitiful laughingstocks.
Fulbert was probably laughing at her inwardly right now.
With a glacial expression, she wanted to leave, but he strode over and cornered her against the wall.
His tall frame, paired with his commanding presence, left her no room to escape.
Utterly displeased, she looked up and glared at him icily.
“Mr. Ortega, eavesdropping is so tacky. If you wanna laugh at me, go ahead.”
He looked at her with a frown, his gaze darkening.
“What makes you think I’m gonna laugh at you?”
She sneered, “Am I wrong? Rich men like you love making fun of people’s misery, don’t you?”
He blinked, his expression unchanged.
“Is that how you see me?”
She was baffled by his question.
But after recalling, she realized that among those people, he was the only one who had never taunted her.
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However, she wouldn’t admit she was wrong.
“I don’t care. Move,” she said, her tone icy.
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Just then, he sighed very softly, reached into his suit jacket, retrieved a gold–embossed business card, and extended it
toward her.
Fulbert said, “I just wanted to make an offer. Since you quit already, if you haven’t figured out where you wanna go, why don’t you work with me? I’ve got a small company that could really use a partner right now.”
Sandria felt momentarily speechless. He was actually here to offer her an olive branch?
Meanwhile, she was slightly surprised. Instead of asking her to work for him, he wanted to work with her.
Remaining expressionless, she patted his hand away.
“Sorry. I’m not interested.”
Yet before she could turn to leave, he extended his arms and confined her between himself and the wall.
Pinching the card with his slender fingers, he gently slid it into her blouse pocket.
Through the thin fabric, he accidentally brushed against her plump breasts.
His Adam’s apple bobbed instinctively, and he didn’t pull back his hand.
Instead, his deep gaze locked onto her, his voice turning hoarse.
“It’s fine. I can wait. Call me when you change your mind. It doesn’t have to be about the job. You can call me about anything… including getting back at Florentino.”
His elegant fingers rose up and down along with the rhythm of her breathing.
It was such an intimate yet odd posture.
To call it flirtation wouldn’t be right, for he stayed still, not making the next move.
But he didn’t withdraw his fingers either.
Sandria felt both a bit pissed off and awkward.
She looked up, staring at his strikingly handsome face, unflinching.
“Exactly how much longer do you plan on touching me?”
Her eyes, lit up by boldness, somehow made her even more enchanting.
He slowly pulled his fingers away.
Then he explained seriously, “I was just worried you wouldn’t accept it.”
It was such a lame excuse, yet a peculiar feeling stirred within Sandria,
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Given Fulbert’s status and age, he could be with any woman he wanted.
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But he appeared so sincere and harmless… It definitely wasn’t just about flirting with her. What exactly did he want?
