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It was only when he saw Mr. Octo pointing at Ruby Gregory that he finally put on a leisurely pose, slowly raised his head, and followed Mr. Octo’s finger to look at Ruby.
Just as Mr. Octo had said, she was indeed beautiful, especially under the enchanting lights on the dance floor which made her look even more stunning and hard to resist.
However, Steve Burton only glanced at Ruby quickly before lowering his eyes. With a light and indifferent tone, he said, “I’m sorry, I don’t see it.”
Upon hearing this, Mr. Octo looked at Steve with a strange expression, as if questioning his taste: “Mr. Burton, are you sure that you were looking at the person I mentioned?”
“Mr. Burton, if she doesn’t count as a beauty, then what kind of woman would you consider beautiful?”
“Mr. Burton, do you believe me when I say that if I take a picture of her right now and post it online, she will instantly go viral and be known as the most beautiful woman in history?”
After stating his slight disagreement with Steve, Mr. Octo finally put on a nonchalant expression, as if saying that he didn’t want to argue with Steve. He stared intently at Ruby for a while, and his face gradually revealed a more and more satisfied, more and more captivated look. In the end, he couldn’t help but turn to Steve and ask, “Mr. Burton, since she is your employee and you have her information, could you give me a copy?”
For a man, he could show off all the stunningly beautiful things he had collected, eliciting admiration from others. But when it came to the woman he deeply loved, he could appreciate her beauty and praise it, yet could not accept the amazement and infatuation that surfaced in others’ eyes when they looked at his beloved woman.
So when Steve heard Mr. Octo defending Ruby as usual and asking for her contact information, he just felt a surge of anger.
Give him her contact information?
In his dreams!
Seeing that Steve remained silent for a while, Mr. Octo lowered his head slightly and suggested, “Actually, it doesn’t really count as divulging employee information; we’d just be helping out as friends…”
Friends? When had he become friends with Mr. Octo?
Before this indignant thought could settle in Steve’s mind, Mr. Octo’s voice came again: “After all, a virtuous beauty makes the perfect match for a gentleman.”
As soon as Mr. Octo’s words left his mouth, Steve felt his anger rushing to his head.
What the hell, a virtuous beauty makes the perfect match for a gentleman?
He suddenly felt like cursing. What should he do?
Steve felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on his internal organs, unable to say a word.
At this moment, a secretary passed by the table where Steve and Mr. Octo were sitting..