"Miss Sanderson went out earlier this morning. She seemed to be in a hurry to prepare something important. I don’t know where she is right now. The receptionist eyed the bouquet with jealousy. It was so expensive that it was almost equivalent to a few months of her salary. "Alright, I'll go in first. Remember to ask someone to drive this guy away. It's really annoying to just see him there!". Henson sneered. The incident angered Trevor a little. He looked at the receptionist and asked, "This guy doesn't have an appointment, right? How is he able to just walk in directly?". He could tell that this playboy was pursuing his sister. And the receptionist let him in so easily!. She was acting like a snob, for sure!. The receptionist rolled her eyes at him impatiently and said firmly, "Mr. Cairon is the heir of Sen Tale Group. You're nothing compared to him. Henson also heard Trevor's words, so he walked up to him and arrogantly pushed him hard. "Look at you, dressed in such shabby clothes!. How can someone as miserable as you enter the Willard Manor?. Can you even afford to pay for this place?". "No appointment, no entry!". the receptionist echoed

"Let’s wait an d see if I can get in today!" . Although Trevor was furious, he su ppressed his anger, took out his p hone, and stepped out of the lobby. "Didn't you just say that you will get in? Why are you walking out then ? Come back here if you have balls!" . Henson shouted after him with a scornful smile. To their surprise, Trevor seemed to have di sconnected the call in the middle of the co nversation and turned to look at them both. "Shit! Poor bastard! Beli eve it or not, I am going to pummel you right now!" . Henson clenched his fists and th reatened Trevor. He was obviousl y not taking Tr evor seriously. "Mr. Cairon, please calm down. I've already called the security department. I have asked them to break his leg s today. Let's see if he dares to step foot here again!" . The receptionist also shouted at Trevor, threatening him, i n an attempt to please Henson. At that moment , they a . ll heard a pleas ant voice coming from behind them. "I'd like to see who would dare to beat my brother!" . A tall young woman walked i nto the lobby. She was elegant and b eautiful, like an ang el dressed in a suit. The woman wa s Evie, Trev or's sister. She had long flow ing hair that rese mbled a waterfall. Her skin was soft and dewy. She looked very sophisticated and i ntellectually sound for her age

Although she was quite pretty, her ey es were covered with a sense of gloom as anger rose within her like a tide. The entire lobby fell silent as so on as she entered. No one even dared to bre athe loudly. It was the first time th at the staff and Henson were seeing her so angry. "Miss Sande rson!" . The receptionist ran up to her and salut ed her respectfully. Looking at his dream girl, Henson quickly took out the bouquet of roses that he had prepared in advance and handed them to her. With a flattering smile on his lips, he continued, "Miss Sanderson, this is a gift that I carefully selected for you. As for the cooperation wit h Sen Tale Group this year, we should talk about the contract extension. Evie's face was as cold as ice as she said, "You bastard ! You were thinking of hurting my brother until a second ago, so don't even think about the contract extension. Henson's ey es went wid e in horror. Looking at Tre vor, he stoppe d for a second. Thinking that a guy like him could not be Evie's brother, he ignored him. He continued to l ook around for ano ther five minutes. However, he could not find Evie's brother at all. Fee ling bitter in his heart, he felt that Evie was just giving him some excuse to avoid signing the contract. Henson smiled bitterly and said, "Miss Sanderson, I haven't see n your brother at all, let alone beat him. If you are not satis fied with the contract, then maybe, we can negotiate the terms. Sen Tale Group had en countered a big finan cial crisis that year. If they failed to extend the contract, then the company would certainly go bankrupt. And when that happened, e ven Henson would be reduc ed to a state of poverty