How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 156

Winifred stormed over to Yvan's company. After she explained who she was to the receptionist, she was immediately waved through. The receptionist pressed the elevator button for her, explaining that it would go directly to the 30th floor, where Mr. Brown was waiting in the CEO's office.

Yvan had given specific instructions, and they didn't dare to delay her.

When the elevator doors opened, a woman in a professional business suit approached her with a smile. "Are you Ms. Spencer? Please, come with me. Mr. Brown is in a meeting."

Eileen led Winifred into the CEO's office and thoughtfully asked, "Can I get you something to drink, Ms. Spencer?"

"No, thank you," Winifred said, her face stern. "Just tell Yvan to hurry up and get in here."

Eileen stole another glance at Winifred.

She had no idea who this woman was to Mr. Brown, but she was bold enough to call him by his first name and seemed anything but polite.

Could this be the woman from the photo Mr. Brown had given her? The build was almost certainly a match.

Eileen sized Winifred up once more.

Her features were delicate, not stunningly beautiful, but her skin was fair and smooth, almost flawless.

Even though she was fuming, Eileen could tell that when she wasn't angry, she probably had a gentle demeanor.

And she had a great figure, curvy in all the right places.

So this was Mr. Brown's type.

"Of course. Please be patient, Ms. Spencer. I'll inform Mr. Brown right away."

Eileen poured Winifred a glass of water and then excused herself.

A few moments later, Yvan entered.

He glanced at Winifred, placed a file on his desk, and then walked over to the sofa and sat down.

Winifred noticed something odd about his walk; he was limping, as if one of his legs was injured.

"So what if I did?" Winifred tried to pull her hand away, but his grip was firm.

Yvan's thumb traced the mole on the web of her thumb. "Is he pursuing you?"

It felt like an electric current shot from that spot up her arm, sending a shiver through her entire body. Goosebumps rose on her skin.

Her mind flashed back to the times he used to lick that mole.

He seemed to have a strange fascination with it.

"Whether he is or not is none of your business," she said, her face tense as she struggled to free her hand. "Yvan, stop changing the subject. My resignation…"

"Don't worry, I'll have him approve it." Yvan tightened his grip, pulling her entire body in front of him. "But first, answer my question. What are your feelings for Owen? Do you fall for him?"

Furious, Winifred blurted out, "Yes!"