"Feel free to count them if you want, and if you are okay with it, sign this document. It will be effective immediately and it shall be kept between the two of us. Should you breach that.." A woman in extremely graceful and luxurious clothes sitting opposite Lin Youran said directly and put a stack of dollar bills on the tea table in front of her.
"I get it..." She closed her eyes and said with difficulty.
"Very good. What I want is your egg. This money is your compensation. As for what I will do with it, it's not within your right nor my obligation to be revealed. You can sign it, take the money, and hit the road."
Lin Youran's heart trembled. Her eyes fell on the stack of banknotes wrapped in thick paper. Her heart tightened, but she did not hesitate to pick up the pen and write her name on the document, 'Lin Youran'.
Four years later...
In a large shopping mall.
Lin Youran followed the man in front of her closely. He was 1.85 meters tall. From her angle, she could only see the man's broad shoulders and his tall back.
When she got off the car just now, she accidentally saw the side of the man's face, which was so delicate that she could not pick out a single flaw.
So that was what the merciless Mu Xiyan, the president of the Witkey Empire, looked like.
The man walked very fast. Lin Youran worried that she would fall behind him. She held the file in one hand and stepped on the seven-centimeter high heels, struggling to catch up with the man.
Mu Xiyan suddenly stopped in front of a shop. The saleswoman at the counter didn't know who this person was, still flirting with the person on the phone, with chocolate in her mouth. When she saw Mu Xiyan, she just threw him a careless glance. Then she looked away and said casually to the person on the other side of the phone, "I got a customer here. Talk to you later."
After hanging up the phone, the saleswoman at the counter clawed at her red nails and asked in an indifferent manner, "Anything I can help you with, Mister?"
Mu Xiyan's cold gaze swept over the lady, and then he walked further into the shop.
Lin Youran, who followed Mu Xiyan, wanted to remind this woman, but Mu Xiyan suddenly turned around and asked, "How much do you make a month?"
The lady at the counter frowned. The salary had always been private. Why should she tell a total stranger? "Sir... I don't know why I should tell you that, but can I get you anything from the shop?"
"No, not particularly!" Mu Xiyan said coldly, "but there's something I can get you. You are fired and you can get your last month's salary, however that is worth, from the financial department."
The lady's face instantly turned pale, and she stammered, "Wh-what?"
Mu Xiyan didn't seem to want to explain too much and let his secretary, Lin Youran, handle it.
Although Lin Youran had just taken over the job of the secretary for a few days, she had always been a sensible person. Mu Xiyan frowned slightly, which showed that he was already very impatient. Lin Youran embarrassingly said to the saleswoman, "We have clear rules at the company that no eating or talking over the phone about personal affairs are allowed during working hours."
It took the lady at the counter a few moments to recover from the shock. "I... he..."
"He is Mu Xiyan, president of the Witkey Empire."
The woman had already been scared out of her wits when she heard the president's name. She quickly stroked her messy hair and clothes, ran to Mu Xiyan, and pleaded, "Mr. Mu, I'm sorry. I... I didn't... No, I do know the rules but it was a mistake. But can you give me another chance? I... I can't afford to lose this job."
Mu Xiyan's face betrayed no emotions, and his tone was fierce and sharp. "I can't afford to hire useless employees as much as you can't lose this job. You can leave this minute!" Lin Youran finally confirmed the rumors about the man she had heard before that he was cold-blooded, heartless, picky, and relentless. So, she began to worry in her heart about her own future working for this man...