41: Chapter 42 Overbearing CEO’s Flirting Mode (1)
41: Chapter 42 Overbearing CEO’s Flirting Mode (1)
Actually, some people don’t lack the will to speak; they simply haven’t met the person they wish to open up to.
Turning to walk forward, Gan Yuan lifted her right hand.
Between her fingers was a hotel’s proprietary envelope, thin so one couldn’t make out if there was anything inside, its cover so clean it lacked even a single superfluous word.
Could it be that guy really wrote her a letter?
Reaching the corridor’s corner, Gan Yuan stopped, casually holding the object her assistant had given her above the trash can.
The fingers pinching the envelope began to loosen bit by bit, and just as the envelope was about to leave her grasp, she suddenly pulled it back, tearing it open and casually pulling out a card from inside.
On the card was a pen drawing, exquisitely done.
The drawing depicted a girl’s silhouette from the back; she stood by the window, one hand on the frame, the other holding a glass of red wine, seemingly gazing at something, her long hair casually swept up revealing a pretty neck, a floor-length mermaid dress with its trailing gauzy fabric being brushed up by the wind…
Despite being just a backdrop, it was breathtakingly beautiful.
Gan Yuan recognized the dress at a glance—it was her!
After being stunned for two seconds, Gan Yuan contemptuously curled her lip.
“Not even as good as my son’s drawings!”
“Manager Gan, good morning!”
The janitor, pushing the trash cart past, greeted her with a smile upon seeing her.
Stuffing the card back into the envelope, Gan Yuan glanced at the “tail” that was following her and casually raised her right hand, tossing the envelope into the janitor’s trash cart.
The movement was executed extremely quickly—lifting her hand, throwing, retracting her arm, turning around; the whole motion was fluid and continuous.
The bodyguard stepped aside, allowing the janitor to push the trash cart by, then reached for his Bluetooth headset.
“Did she look at it?”
but she tossed it away as soon as she was done!” the bodyguard said resignedly.
are you sure you saw it clearly?”
On the other end of the call, Huangfu Jue’s assistant Will was almost ready to scream.
The painting that the Duke himself took two hours to finish was at stake here.
If put up for auction, it would go for at least several hundred thousand.
If the socialites who wanted to win his favor knew, they’d likely be willing to bid up to a million or even higher for the piece, yet she had nonchalantly thrown it away.
The bodyguard glanced at the departing janitor, “Should I pick it back up?”
“Let’s not…” What to do with it after retrieving it?
If the Duke found out his meticulously drawn painting had been tossed away, he’d probably be livid to the point of spitting blood, “Alright, carry on with your duties, and let me know if she goes upstairs.”
The bodyguard replied, moved to find a concealed place from which he could keep an eye on Gan Yuan’s room door, and stopped.
Gan Yuan sat down at her desk, her right hand retracting from her pocket, conspicuously holding the small envelope.
The previous action had been a feint; she had never actually thrown the item away.
That person’s drawings are quite rare; this item could be kept as a keepsake for her son.
Saving the envelope in the inner compartment of her backpack, Gan Yuan picked up her work journal, scrutinized the contents earnestly, and then picked up the phone to arrange the ensuing tasks one by one.
Huangfu Jue wouldn’t simply let things be.
With the situation as it was, resignation was the only option.
This trip to Europe would mark the time for her to take her son and leave.
After handing over her work, she closed the work journal and made her way to President Li’s office.