No 1 Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 855

Meeting Leo's sharp eyes, Violet smiled sweetly and did not say anything.

She just looked at Marie and some other senior members of the Henderson family and waved her hand, "You guys go out first, I'll talk to Mr. Cohen alone."

Some of the senior management left without any defiance, except Marie, who wandered around the office for a long time before finally leaving.

Violet's beautiful eyes fell on Lydia next to Leo again and smiled, "Miss Henderson, please also excuse yourself."

Lydia did not go away, but only looked at Violet with icy eyes, her face full of vigilance.

Seeing this, the smile on Violet's face grew even bigger: "Miss Henderson, are you worried that I will steal Mr. Cohen away? This is a sign of your lack of confidence."

"Hmph!"

This was a bit of a challenge to Lydia's bottom line, and she eventually gave a cold snort and left the office.

Lydia had never met Violet, nor did she know that Violet was the culprit behind the kidnapping case at Hopkins Stadium. The reason she didn't trust Violet was that the first time she looked at Violet, she felt that this woman was scheming.

But she believes in Leo and the fact that she is not confident in her own charms is nonsense.

After Lydia left, Leo and Violet were the only two people left in the office.

Violet's beautiful eyes were curious and eerie as she surveyed Leo, and Leo's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked into hers.

It must be said that if Lydia is the standard oriental beauty, then Violet is the standard western beauty.

Passionate, spirited, with a pair of bright red, flaming red lips, as if they were highly poisonous poppies, poisoning people invisibly.

And the slightly tighter uniform magnifies her figure infinitely.

On the point of body alone, Lydia is not as good as Violet.

What's even more remarkable is that Westerners can age quickly past thirty, but not Violet, whose doll-like features blur her actual age.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

Looking into Leo's eyes, Violet asked.

At these words, Leo looked slightly stunned, then smiled gently and nodded.

"As the top five-star executive of the Phantom, Miss Angela, you are indeed pretty."

The coldness in Violet's eyes flickered away and she immediately returned to her smile and said, "Mr. Cohen, you are a married man and your wife is still out there, isn't it not good to praise other woman for her beauty?"

Leo nodded and said approvingly, "Indeed, but please, can your feet stop rubbing up against me?"

Violet, who was demure and elegant on the table, had her feet wrapped in thin black socks under the table, but they were stretched out and gently rubbed against Leo's calves.

Violet giggled, and at that moment, she stopped, put her back into her shoes and said, "Leo, you are a famous celebrity in our organisation. Our western culture is more open, whether friend or foe, I think the vast majority of western women would be willing to have a night of joy with such a majestic man."

"Aren't you afraid I'll suddenly kill you?"

Leo said with a morose smile.