"Are you waiting for me?" She flirted with him.
"Don't flatter yourself!" He blinked and felt a little guilty. He didn't know what was wrong with him today. Why would he stay in the hall? He stared at the door and said, "you are in a good mood. You really enjoyed kicking that jerk, aren't you?"
"You are the jerk! My John is the best man in the world!" She pursed her lips grumbling.
"Hey, are you two together?" He frowned and thought to himself, 'damn it! How am I feeling?'.
"Yes, we are good. Are you disappointed?" She shook her head complacently.
"Who was so desperate yesterday?" He snorted. In fact, he felt very disappointed and jealous at the same time.
"Humph!" She stuck out her tongue at him, turned to a serious look, and said, "Lucas, are you looking for a secretary?"
"Are you eavesdropping again?" He stared at her.
"You speak so loud that everyone in the villa can hear you, okay?" She pouted and asked, "have you even changed ninety-nine secretaries?"
"It's none of your business, isn't it?" He sat cross legged on the sofa.
"Wait a minute. I'll go make a glass of orange juice for you." She went to the kitchen, and soon came back. She put a glass of orange juice in front of him. He had a quirk: he loved orange juice only and they must be freshly made. Probably that was his only hobby.
He looked at her slowly. It was the first time she had taken the initiative to "serve" him. She would act hospitably for no reason. "Tell me, what do you want from me?"
"I want to apply for your secretary!" She replied clearly and forcefully.
He choked and almost spat out the orange juice that he had just taken a sip. "Are you kidding me?"
"I am serious." She looked at him seriously.
He got the requirements of recruitment from his customized iPad unhurriedly: 20 requirements!
"Have you seen it? You don't have any of them." He remembered very clearly that Sophia just graduated from university and had only worked for three months. Her qualifications were only enough for an executive position. How could she be employed by his CEO office?
"Well, it doesn't matter. I can have rich experience. Safety is the most important thing," she replied, waving her hand.
"Safe?" Lucas raised his eyebrows. In terms of fighting skills, it was easy for him to fight with ten men.
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