The black luxury car was parked in front of a building, in which sat a delicate woman with an indifferent expression.

It was more accurate to say that she was indifferent than empty-minded. Her beautiful big eyes were calm.

She wore a white evening dress, revealing her snow-white lotus-like arms and deep collarbone. Her hair was tied up high.

Not a single drop fell. It was natural and graceful. Her good manners made people feel a little depressed. Her beautiful facial features were as fresh as morning dew. However, her usual wooden expression made her originally pretty faceless angry.

Now she seemed to have a lot on her mind. She didn't even notice that the car had stopped for a long time. The slightly folded ten fingers made her feel very nervous.

"Madam, are you going up to see Sir?"

Seeing that Madam was in a daze, the driver asked softly.

She suddenly came back to her senses, and her somewhat flustered expression was quickly replaced by calmness. She replied, "Yes! I have something to tell him. Anyway, we will go to the banquet together later. You can go back first!"

"Okay, Madam." The driver got off and opened the door for her.

She took a few steps forward and looked up at the towering and oppressive black building in front of her like a lion. She lowered her head and took a deep breath. She looked straight at it and walked forward gracefully and calmly.

From the moment she stepped into the building, all the employees were respectful to her. People kept nodding and bowing to her.

"Hello, Madam!"

"Okay!"

From the front desk to the elevator, everyone who passed by repeated Madam's good words, and she kept repeating the word "good" as if she had practiced hundreds of times. She had been very familiar with it, but she couldn't smile today. Otherwise, she would have performed better.

Someone specially opened the elevator for her. She walked in, closed the door, pressed the top button, and the numbers began to jump up one by one.

She was lost in thought again. It was not until the elevator door opened with a "ding" that she suddenly woke up. She seemed to be scared.

She rubbed her forehead and calmed herself down. She let out a sigh of relief before walking towards the president's office.

After passing through the secretary's desk, there was no one there. Her heart sank, and her hands holding the office trembled a little.

Should she go in? Should she go in or not? Would she go in after they were done?

He rushed inside to catch her in one go, and then...

As if it had been a century, her hand gently let go and stepped back!

In the end, she didn't have the courage to push him away. She dropped her hands in a dispirited manner and retreated to the chair next to her. Her body trembled a little, but she still sat down gracefully.

"Aurora Carly, no one is watching your performance now. You don't have to do this." She whispered to herself, only to find that even the girl in her heart was weak and pitiful.

She hated herself so much. She hated herself so much!

"Why are you living like this? Why are you living like this, Aurora Carly?" This was the question she had asked herself thousands of times.

Her already numb heart was still aching!

After an unknown period of time, the door of the president's office opened. A beautiful but pure woman appeared at the door!

Her long curly hair was a little messy, and the tight light green collar of her shirt was open, revealing red and red hickeys inside. Under her skirt was a pair of long and beautiful legs. When she saw the Aurora, she smiled awkwardly, but she had no intention of buttoning her collar.

"Madam, you're here!" She smiled politely. Her respectful eyes were full of confidence and sarcasm.

On the contrary, it was Aurora who did not dare to look her in the eye, nor did she dare to see how beautiful she was. She did not have to imagine how her long legs had wrapped themselves around her husband's waist.

She couldn't think about it, because she couldn't breathe.

When he pushed open the door, Axel Grey Che was already coming out of a compartment. He was tidying up his clothes while his handsome face was covered with red lipstick marks. His half-opened shirt revealed his well-built chest muscles, and his black hair was in a mess, revealing his seductive sexiness. His wheat-colored skin was clean and flawless, and a pair of deep peach blossom eyes could already guess that it was his heart.

This was her husband, a man that all women coveted.

When he saw her, he frowned unhappily.

"Hasn't anyone taught you that you should knock on the door before you enter?" He looked at her with some disgust. He didn't want to miss a woman he hadn't seen in two weeks. Instead, he hated her even more, especially her pale face.

There was a fishy smell in the air that drifted from the compartment.

Aurora throat tightened. Something had blocked her throat.

"Yes-I can't!" She moved her lips with difficulty, closed the door, and sat on the sofa.