The Woman From Hell



"Self-respect?" He lowered his head slightly before slowly looking up and laughing. "I won't let what I want to slip through my hands, Miss Lane. I'll give you one last chance. Will you take this offer or not? I have the ability to destroy Green Orange Cross-Border, and your company will never be able to develop again."

There was a threat in the man's deep voice. I clenched my fists as I glared at him with hatred. Then, I swung my fist at his nose. "Go to hell!"

He grimaced through the pain. He covered his nose and bent over to stop the pain.

I snorted coldly and walked away from him.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind me. "Miss Lane, please wait a moment."

This voice surprised me and made me turn around unconsciously. I saw a man slowly walking out of a small room.

I could vaguely see his exquisite face with deep contours and clear lines in the vague lighting. His slightly dark purple hair was eye-catching, and when he looked up slightly, his brown eyes were breathtaking. The blue earrings he wore also shone slightly.

What a seductive man.

This was my first impression of him.

"Mr. Anders."

The middle-aged man who I punched just now called out respectfully.

"Mr. Anders?" I looked at the slender figure. "So, you're Cole Anders."

He raised his hand at the middle-aged man. "You can go out first." "Yes."

The middle-aged man bowed to me, opened the door, and left the room.

"Since you're Cole, why did you get someone to impersonate you? Were you testing me?" I cut to the chase and asked directly.

Cole walked out of the darkness. I saw his face clearly then. His facial features were carved so beautifully that my mind wandered for a moment.

If Theo was a man from heaven, then the man in front of me was the king of the underworld.

How many men would be fascinated by him if he were a woman?

There were many women who looked like men, but there were very few men who looked as much like women. Although Cole had a soft feminine face, he still felt like a man.

Androgynous.

I thought of this word, and it was perhaps the best one to describe him.

"Yes. I've met too many women who started companies. They look to be strong women when, in fact, they'll abandon their principles the moment they're given a little temptation. If you were also such a person, Miss Lane, then you

wouldn't be worth Firefoval.r

investment." Cole's voice was not domineering. It was polite and soft

like a gentleman's.

I nodded, understanding his intention. "Did you listen to my speech, Mr. Anders?"

"I did, and found it very interesting You were able to get my attention with just four pages. It's quite the rarity, but you did it, Miss Lane. I'm very interested."

He was interested?

I stared at him. The smile on Cole's face was constant. It really looked like he had some thoughts about my plan, but something just felt off. "Then why didn't Firefly choose us?"

"You're indeed cautious, Miss Lane. It's only right. Only such a person can secure the position of a CEO." Cole looked at me with a smile, his voice still gentle.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

He walked to the sofa and leaned gently against it. "Although I'm interested, I don't want to use their set of rules to support you."

Hearing this, I was taken aback. Just what was Cole suggesting?

"What do you mean?" I pressed.

Cole pursed his lips. "I have a new idea. I wonder if you have the time and interest to listen to me, Miss Lane?"

"Certainly."