Chapter 018: Negotiating with Me

The frightened woman continued to focus on her work, obviously uninterested in their conversation.

Olivia Smith refused to give up. She approached Hannah and said, "It's about my brother, you know? Aren't you curious?"

Hannah glanced at her with disdain. "Miss Beauty, I'm already tired of hearing about your brother. Is there anything about him that I don't already know? From which brand of condoms he uses to his preferred type of woman, what size underwear he wears, or what flavor of coffee he likes—I know it all."

"Fine!" Olivia Smith retrieved her delicate fingernails and pretended to sigh. "I wanted to tell you about my brother's blind date tonight."

Blind date?

The files Hannah had just tidied up fell to the ground again. The almond-shaped eyes behind her glasses sparkled with anticipation. So, did he also end up like this? Hahaha...

Olivia Smith intentionally teased and walked away. "Well, I thought you were tired of my brother's affairs. Forget it, forget it."

"Hannah Snow..." she heard the ingratiating voice gradually disappearing down the corridor, leaving behind a mess of files once again abandoned.

Half an hour later, two tall women with sunglasses entered an upscale club.

Their furtive appearance made the waiter want to inquire, but when one of the women showed her platinum VIP card, he froze and graciously prepared a seat near the window for them.

Hannah pushed her sunglasses up and buried her head in a random gossip magazine, keeping an eye on a certain dazzling golden hair at the other end.

"Beauty, are you sure your brother won't find out?" Olivia Smith elegantly stirred her coffee and glanced at Hannah. This woman was such an idiot. At work, she always seemed shrewd and capable, but deep down, she was truly, exceptionally foolish.

Did she think she hid her feelings for the boss so well?

Thinking about it, she had hidden it quite well. Apart from her, probably no one else had noticed. Even the person in question himself believed he no longer liked that flirtatious man.

Her name was Susan Han, having just returned from studying in England. She was a newly recruited actress in his company. She deliberately hid her prestigious background from England, and her genuine and unpretentious nature, so different from other women, piqued Charles Smith's unprecedented interest.

He wondered if he should listen to his old man and find a woman to settle down with.

This woman seemed to be a perfect candidate to become Charles Smith's wife. Maybe he could start by dating with the condition of marriage to see if she was truly suitable for him, if she had enough substance to make him give up those passing flings.

His charming peach blossom eyes caught sight of two women not far away, enjoying the show.

"Susan, wait here for me. I see some friends." Susan Han obediently nodded and looked at him with fascination. Was the perfect man in her heart really interested in her? He said they should date with marriage in mind. Was it true? Was she really that lucky?

Pink bubbles floated in her mind as she fantasized about being with him. Would she be cherished as the novels described?

Taking a seat, Charles Smith reached out to move the magazine that the woman in sunglasses used to cover her face. "Hannah Snow, what a coincidence? Hi, Courtesan!"

Looking at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her, Hannah Snow kicked the woman's foot next to her under the table, wanting to ask her how to explain. Charles Smith furrowed his brows. "My secretary, you kicked my foot."

She quickly steadied herself from nearly falling and said seriously, "Hi, my senior. I heard that you seem to be on a blind date?"

She glanced towards Susan Han.

Charles Smith smiled and turned to look. His eyes held a trace of doting, leaving Hannah Snow stunned. "Yes, if nothing unexpected happens, she will be my wife-to-be."

The astonished expression shifted to Olivia Smith. "Really? Are you really going to give up a vast forest for her?"

"So what?" As they say, if nothing unexpected happens! Come on!

Sneakily looking at the woman beside him, why did she seem so calm? Could it be that she had guessed wrong? Were they destined to be nothing more than quarreling enemies, not lovers? No way!