Bossy President You Are So Bad novel Chapter 1

In the bar on the first floor of Nova Club – the largest money-consuming place in South City – men and women wriggled their young bodies to the passionate music. Inside the crowded dance floor, stumbled around a petite woman with a bottle of wine in her hand…

"Find me the most handsome man here!" Becca Garcia grabbed a waiter, her breath full of the smell of alcohol.

"Fucking love at first sight … said so many nice things at first, then went to sleep with my sister behind my back." Becca was so drunk, but she was still haunted by the image of Albert Davis being caught in the bed. When the waiter was going to remind her that she had drunk too much, accidentally, he sensed a strange atmosphere from behind. Looking back, he saw Kelvin Lewis walking in, surrounded by a group of men in black.

Kelvin Lewis, the current president of Heyday Group and the future heir of the Lewis family, was called the deadpan lord of hell by rumor, who could deal well with people both in official circles and those who specialize in illegal activities. "Mi … miss, we didn’t offer any illegal service. We don’t have…" The waiter knew that Kelvin loathed such a thing and was in a hurry to explain.

"Nonsense! I have money!"

"He can sleep with another woman, why can't I sleep with another man? Go find me one guy a hundred times more handsome than he is! No, find me ten, twenty..." Becca began to throw up on the last word and stumbled to one side.

However, it was at this moment that she caught a glimpse of the man standing there with a cold expression, and her face lighted up.

So there actually existed such a good-looking person in the world?

The black flight jacket and simple work pants drew out his perfect body shape. His plain and tidy close-cropped hair made his whole face look exceptionally resolute.

As soon as he walked in, he caught most of the women's eyes on the dance floor. The icy manner, however, kept people out, and no one dared to take a step closer to him.

Except for Becca.

She stumbled toward him. With a wicked grin, she stretched her hand toward his abdomen directly – with such an awesome physique, he must have abdominal muscles.

"Mr. Kelvin!" the men behind him rushed forward, trying to pull Becca away, but Kelvin’s icy glance stopped them.

"Wow, so tough." He did have abdominal muscles!

Becca was almost drooling out of admiration! With his indulgence, she became bolder. Looking at the man's cold, yet attractive face, with a bounce, she hung onto his body like an octopus.

Clasping to his neck with both hands, Becca took a look at the group of men in uniform behind him, which confirmed her conjecture, then said, "You are the first in line, are you the most handsome man here?"

With his face already pale with terror, the waiter stood there motionlessly.

"I'm the boss here." Kelvin felt the little thing rubbing against him naughtily and his eyes darkened.

But Becca was drunk anyway, and she started to fall backward when she loosened her grip. And at this point, the man supported her back with one of his hands and reached the other hand to hold her thin waist.