In the office, Soren was reviewing files with his head low. On high heels, she frowned, walked over, and stood still in front of his desk.

However, the man didn't even raise his head, as if he didn't notice her presence.

Chloe cleared her throat, "Mr. McNeil..."

Soren closed the folder and lifted his head. Then her curvy figure dazed him!

As Ivory said, her good figure would lead to crimes. For the sake of public security, Chloe would not wear revealing clothes after she came of age. Today to ensure success, she went all out.

"Anything?" Soren leaned back in his leather chair, relaxed, and crossed his arms on his chest.

"I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight." Chloe beamed and unwittingly displayed her charm.

Faced with such a gorgeous woman, Soren refused bluntly, "Sorry, I'm occupied tonight."

As the saying went, never slap the smiler. His flat refusal enraged her, but she had to endure it, "Mr. McNeil, I know you are busy. Could you take half an hour from your schedule?"

Soren sized her up, head to toe, and responded in a cold voice, "Your style today makes me suspect your motive."

What motive would she have? She had slept with him and knew his body well.

Chloe was aware that he would not agree without a good reason. Fine, she would lure him with bait.

"Mr. McNeil, about the deal you mentioned last time, I'd like to talk with you." Said she.

Soren frowned slightly and sneered, "What, you finally know your limits?"

Chloe simply pouted.

Soren took her silence for acquiescence, and the corners of his lips curved up, "30 minutes then."

Chloe struck while the iron was hot, "Seven o'clock this evening. I've booked a booth. Here is the address."

She produced a card with both hands and smiled, "Mr. McNeil, thanks for your time, please excuse me!"

It was not safe for her to stay in a tiger's lair for long.

"Wait!" No sooner had she taken a few steps than the man called out.

Her spine stiffened!

Despite her fear, she smiled and turned back, "Mr. McNeil, how may I be of service?"

Soren threw two banknotes on the desk, saying, "Take your money back!"

Chloe picked up the 100-yuan and 50-yuan banknotes. The scene of paying him resurfaced in her mind, and her brows furrowed.

What did he mean? Sleeping with him for free? Compared with those women who spent hundreds of thousands but still failed to approach him, she was so lucky. Chloe smiled bitterly in her heart.

Soren threw over another brown bill.

Chloe looked over and saw an extra 20 yuan on the desk.

Then her wondering eyes landed on his sculpted face.