Can't stop loving you novel Chapter 39

"I want coffee. Look what you have poured for me!" He knocked on the table.

Following his sight, she found that the cup was empty.

"No way! I didn't fall down!" She covered her mouth in disbelief.

She was trembling with fear when she noticed Maynard. He was emanating a freezing aura.

"And this document must be handled by you." With a crack, Maynard threw a file in front of her. With a gloomy face, he said slowly, "I put all the documents in the wrong order!"

Viola turned a few pages, her face pale. She felt so ashamed.

"Mr. Chu, I'm going to put them on order."

"Well, you should go out to reflect on yourself,"

Before she could finish her sentence, Maynard chipped in.

She gulped the rest of the words.

As soon as she left the house, her exclusive phone rang.

Before long, Viola came to the chief editor's office of the starry magazine.

"How are you doing, Viola?" Stephanie smiled when she closed the door.

Every time Viola saw the chief editor's smile, she had a bad feeling. This time was no exception.

She chuckled and tightened the back of her bag, "Thanks, I am fine."

"Okay, I've arranged a task for you. I think it will work." Putting her hand on her glasses, there was a sparkle in her eyes.

Viola was too surprised, because she thought it was too sudden. She raised her voice and said, "What!"

"Do you know Yesenia?"

Upon hearing the household name, Viola nodded her head and replied, "Yes."

Yesenia, twenty-six years old, an A-lister female star, was the second generation of the famous family in Y country. Her parents were all senior military officers, so she was educated to be elegant and dignified when she was young, known as the "beauty of Y country".

'Maybe

A terrible conjecture crossed her mind.

"She is the woman you want to interview. You know, she is the dream lover of all men. If you get to know her, our magazine will surely get a good sales." Stephanie made a rational analysis. When she said the words "dream girl", her eyes flashed with jealousy.

With no time to think of that, Viola tried her best to put aside the trouble and said, "Sorry, chief editor, I don't have time. As you said, I have to keep an eye on Mr. Chu all the time. I can't leave."

"Do you mean that you don't want to take it?" Suddenly, Stephanie's eyes sharpened.

Viola seemed to have sensed the murderous will, so she shook her head against her conscience. "No, I don't think so. I'm really busy."

"Viola, don't think that you can ignore people just because you have the support of Mr. Chu. Otherwise, I won't keep you here!" Stephanie pounded the table, her face red with anger.

Realizing that there was no way she could escape, she said disappointedly, "All right, I'll take it."

"Shit! Fuck!" After struggling with her hands for a few times, she failed to break free from Maynard's control and lifted her leg to kick him. To her surprise, he took the lead and pinned her down.

"You are so naughty, Viola." With an expressionless face, Maynard approached her. As their eyes met, the warm aura surrounding them.

All of a sudden, a light bulb went off in her mind. She said in a daze: "What do you mean?"

As soon as she said this, she got a cold and evil smile, and then she felt numb and itchy in her thighs.

She looked down and saw that her hand was moving up along her thigh slowly. Then he put his hand into her pocket and took out a royal blue recorder pen.

Realizing that her plan had been exposed, she felt sad.

"Now you understand." When Maynard left her body, he played with the recorder pen somewhat.

After swallowing a little, she tried hard to make a smile. "Mr. Chu, I don't know what you're talking about. It's just an ordinary pen."

"Pen or voice recorder?" Maynard raised her chin with the recorder pen in his hand.

The ice cold made her feel a little uncomfortable. She tried hard to turn her head away.

As she moved her hands that were bound together with the flame, she rolled her eyes and said with a charming smile, "Mr. Chu, you like binding me up."

"You seem to know a lot about binding." As his sight fell on her wrist that had been left a trail of marks on it, Maynard nodded slightly and said, "In the future, if possible, please teach me."

A goose bumps came over her whole body. Afraid to death, she had to force a smile and said, "Mr. Chu, are you kidding me? Ha ha."

"Well, get down to business. What's wrong with this recorder pen?" Maynard picked her chin up again with the recorder pen, without the slightest intention of playing tricks on her.