Anna Rivers jumped in fright, looking at the unhappy expression on Chester Yale's face, and dared not complain.
She could only glare at Mr. Gomez, the Executive Assistant who was standing by the door.
The next second, she turned to flatter Chester, "Mr. Chester, if you want to drink red wine, I can keep you company. But there are other people here, wouldn't it be inconvenient?"
As she spoke, she automatically took off her high heels, using her toe to slide up Chester's calf.
Her eyes were filled with an obvious hint.
Chester seemed to ignore her, downing the red wine in his hand. His cold gaze swept over her, and his thin lips parted slightly.
"You're not even worthy to pick up my shoes."
Each word was full of poison.
With a wave of his hand, he brushed off Anna's leg that was trying to seduce him, causing her to lose her balance and almost stumble to the side.
