This is so embarrass... she needed a good sleep to forget today’s nightmare.
But the nightmare continued as Dorian Howards directly caught up to Alice Conley and dragged her to his car.
"Why are you pulling me here?" Alice’s face was still beet red!
"Get in the car," Dorian commanded with authority.
"Why should I get in?" Alice stubbornly raised her chin, "Don’t tell me you’re using the excuse of taking me home just to butter up my parents again."
Thanks to him, lately, her mom and dad couldn’t go three sentences without mentioning him, constantly asking about the progress of their relationship.
For heaven’s sake, there’s no progress at all, she wasn’t even dating him!
Dorian really wanted to strangle this infuriating little girl in front of him. Did she think he was buttering up her parents just for fun?
As the president of Howards Group and the heir of the Howards Family, he was always the one being flattered, not the one doing the flattering!
But for her, he could wash dishes at her mother’s house, play chess, and drink with her father. Yet, this little girl couldn’t wait to keep him out of her house forever.
"The promise letter!" Dorian said through gritted teeth.
Alice was stunned for a moment.
"You didn’t forget you just agreed to write it yourself, right?" he said.
"How about I write it and fax it to you?" she replied.
"But I want to watch you write it on the spot, or do you plan on reenacting the whole scene at the restaurant again?" he said, looking rather amiable in the sunlight.
This was a blatant threat! Alice glared at Dorian—this guy looked all gentle and refined, but he was actually a sly fox!
Alice bit her lip and finally, unwillingly, got into Dorian’s car. It’s just a promise letter, she could whip one up in no time!
An hour later, the self-proclaimed master of promise letters, Alice Conley, was deflated. A single promise letter had taken her so long!
Thinking back to primary school, she had written many promise letters! Her teachers even praised her for it, making her the model for her classmates who often came to her for advice on writing promise letters.
Now facing Dorian Howards, she was utterly stumped.
In the car, she grabbed a piece of paper and quickly wrote him a promise letter, planning to give it to him and leave, but he took one look at it during a red light and made her rewrite it.
Now in his villa’s study, Alice lay sprawled across Dorian’s large rosewood desk, spinning the pen in her hands, "I’m telling you, this is the last one I’m writing. If you’re still not satisfied, I’m done!"
She’d already written three more in this study, along with the two from the car—a total of five promise letters in such a short time, it was a new record.
Dorian glanced at Alice, remarking nonchalantly, "You’re pretty good at twirling that pen, yet you don’t seem to know what the key points of a promise letter are?"
Alice was exasperated. This felt like someone questioning her skills in her own field of expertise, though being good at writing promise letters wasn’t exactly a great skill.
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"What’s right with it? You spent all that time writing about not thinking of personal safety, blindly hiring a boyfriend online without any thorough investigation. Seriously, if you did investigate, would you still consider hiring such a so-called boyfriend?" Dorian retorted irritably.