Cheng Anya's face paled as Third Young Master Ye gently cupped her chin and intimately ran his fingers across them. Anya took in Ye Chen's scent, nervous.
Anya felt a thrill pass through her spine. She was too close to Ye Chen. She felt as though Ye Chen was going to swallow her up.
Anya's cheeks became flushed.
Ye Chen's gaze swept through her immaculate figure.
"Miss Cheng, I cannot imagine someone of your face and figure has a child who goes to primary school."
Cheng Anya's thoughts went deep and she regained her lost smile. As she gently pushed aside his hand, she said, "Boss Ye, you have no right to ask about my private life."
With a sneer, Third Young Master Ye then said jokingly, "I can dismiss you!"
"Whatever works for you, Boss Ye. I have one too many job options given my qualifications, but losing me is your loss." Cheng Anya smiled slightly, a hint of confidence and provocation apparent between her eyebrows.
