Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 92

Kush, who was about to enter the elevator, immediately covered his eyes with his hands!

"Hmmm... Boss, I didn't see anything. Please continue... Continue..."

Kush raised his hand to press the elevator’s close door button. Heaton straightened his waist up and put one hand into his pocket. Turning around, he blocked the elevator door with his long arm and replied Kush coldly, "Do you think I still have the mood to continue?"

"..."

The corners of Kush’s mouth twitched. Would the boss hold grudges against him for this incident and make life difficult for him in the future?

Heaton turned his eyes to look at Verian who was still in the corner of the elevator with her blushing face. He said softly, "Come out! Do you want me to carry you out?"

Verian flushed even more. Wh-Who asked for you to carry me?!

Kush immediately smiled awkwardly as he said, "Boss, lunch has been ordered. It's in your office. Two servings."

The ‘two servings’ mentioned in his last sentence sounded slightly high-pitched. Even the expression in his eyes seemed to hint at something more.

Verian followed Heaton. They entered the president's office one after another.

On the coffee table next to the sofa, there were two set meals that came with several delicious dishes that smelled divine. Just looking at it made people’s mouths water.

Verian was hungry already. She sat on the sofa and looked at the delicious food. When she picked up a pair of chopsticks and wanted to eat happily, Heaton took a bunch of keys from the desk and threw them in front of her.

"What are these?"

Verian glanced over. They were BMW car keys.

"You want to participate in the competition to win the money award for a car. Now that I’ve bought you a car, you can withdraw from the competition."

Verian frowned. She thought that Heaton had understood her words in the elevator just now. Now, he should not have had any more objections toward her participation in the Yash competition. She did not expect this man to be so stubborn.

Verian did not even touch the car keys. She put the bowls and chopsticks in her hands onto the coffee table and directly refused. "If you give me a car to prevent me from participating in the competition, then I don’t want this car. Heaton Fudd, I have my dreams. If you really mean good for me, please don’t interfere in this matter. I'll definitely participate in the competition this time."

This woman was more stubborn than him.

Heaton took out a limited edition platinum credit card from his wallet and threw it in front of her. "This card has no limit."

Verian stared at the platinum credit card. "Heaton Fudd, you’re really generous to prevent me from participating in this competition."

She picked up the credit card and threw it at him hard. She then got up, wanting to leave the office. The man grabbed her wrist abruptly as he frowned. His deep black eyes locked on to her angry little face. "Where are you going?"

Verian curled her lips. "President Fudd, I'm full. You can enjoy lunch by yourself."

She broke away from his hands and quickly ran out of the office.

Heaton stared at the credit card lying at his feet and the car keys on the table. He sneered.

She did not want the credit card and the car he gave while insisting to participate in that stupid competition. What was in this woman's mind?!

Just for the one million?

Perhaps she really wanted to spend a night with Yanni?

Heaton felt a gush of anger coming from his chest. He dialed a call with a sullen expression.

Nancy, who was having lunch, did not expect Heaton's call at this hour. She picked it up with joy.

"Heaton? Have you eaten? Do you want me to come and eat with you?"

"It's okay, I've eaten."

Heaton coldly glanced at the untouched food on the coffee table. The anger in his chest grew.