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"Vice President?" Faye Owen felt a wave of uncontrollable rage creeping in. Her eyes gradually turning cold, she thought: Does this man have no shame left? On what grounds? By virtue of your vague resume? By virtue of your broadcasting and TV university degree borrowed from God knows where? Or is it by virtue of the favor that Uncle Miller owes you?
Faye had never been one to easily compromise. Just now, she was merely taken aback by his sudden appearance and was in a state of panic. Her plan was to play a delaying strategy, trick him into leaving, and then call the police to arrest him. However, even as a delaying tactic, she can no way compromise endlessly without principles. She was used to taking responsibility for every word, every character she said. Moreover, the most immediate and intense reaction period had passed since the incident occurred. After a conversation, this bastard named Yves King, should not act irrationally.
"Mr. King, it's acceptable to propose conditions in moderation. But if you think that you can use this method to blackmail some unrealistic things, then it is too much." Faye Owen took a deep breath, calming her emotions a bit. Her voice was filled with cold resolution, "After accepting Chairman Miller's invitation to reform and manage the Miller Group, I am responsible for him until the end. With your track record and past achievements, you are not qualified to hold the position of Deputy Vice President. Taking people's money to make up for their losses, I hope you understand, Mr. King."
Hearing those words, Yves King narrowed his eyes slightly. This woman, was quite characterful and persistent. Particularly that sentence, something he had always adhered to. However, only he knew how much price he had to pay for adhering to principles and bottom lines.
With dispassionate expression, he leaned lazily on the sofa, lit himself a cigarette, and looked her up and down unabashedly, then said with a light laugh: "Well said, I appreciate your principles and persistence. But in China, we have a saying, 'a wise man does not take the immediate loss'. Aren't you afraid that I might act irrationally if you refuse my demand?" His voice was dark and carried a hint of danger towards the end.
"Mr. King, I admit that I am at a disadvantage right now." There was a faint fear in Faye Owen's eyes, but she still firmly said: "But I must take full responsibility for what I have promised. Mr. King, neither of us are children, I hope you understand. Not everyone will change their principles when threatened. Also, this is a society ruled by law, and Sea City is one of the few places with the best security in the country. I also remind you not to do something that you will regret for the rest of your life for some minor matters."
"Regret?" Yves King looked at her, even though she was clearly scared, but still determined. He couldn't help but chuckle: "Alright, consider you won. Old Miller may not be very capable, but he has a knack for judging moral character. I won't quibble with you, you may leave." To be honest, Yves King began to somewhat appreciate her ability and character. But despite this, he had no interest in keeping her around his house. This is a house that his mother had spent a lifetime painstakingly building bit by bit, and he didn't want it to be disturbed by anyone.
"Quibble about? Leave?" Faye Owen, hearing his words and her heart slightly relaxed. She frowned thoughtfully and crossed her arms and said: "What do you mean by that, Mr. King? I think this should be what I should say, right? Although I don't own this house, according to the current rental management measures of the country, I have the right to use the house during the lease agreement. Even the landlord can't enter without my consent. You should be the one leaving, Mr. King. Furthermore, considering your relationship with Uncle Miller, I will ignore your irrational and impolite behavior this time."
Rent? Yves King's face darkened a bit. He thought, 'Oh, Teacher Zhao, I trusted you, and even paid you extra money to look after the house each year. Isn't this money already far more than the usual rent? As I expected, you rented out the house. This kind of greed is really not to be underestimated.'
The emotional attachment Yves King had for this house was already far beyond what money could measure. That place held many of his mother's hardships, labor, joys, and hopes. More importantly, it was filled with the bits and pieces of life. Those memories were like fleeting images of time, ubiquitous in every corner of the house.
Suppressing the urge to rush to Teacher Zhao's door to question him, he had already observed that the arrangement of the entire room had not changed, and there were some signs that the house had not been lived in for several years. From his judgment, President Ouyang should be the first tenant.
Although she was a president, it was somewhat inexplicable and strange to come and rent such a cheap, small house, Yves King had no interest in finding out. All he wanted now was to ask her to leave immediately, after resolving the current issue, he planned to start his normal life and deal with some matters that needed to be handled.
Not in the mood to play with her anymore, Yves King flicked the ash from his cigarette into the empty milk carton, looked at her indifferently, and said: "President, I'm afraid you're not quite clear about something. I am the real owner of this house. And I never authorized anyone to rent it out."
"What? Impossible!" Faye Owen's face changed slightly. She quickly grabbed her purse and pulled out a lease agreement, pointing to it and said, "I ordered my secretary to rent this house. The rent was paid three months in advance with a one-month deposit, totaling to eight thousand. Here's the receipt she signed. The landlord's name is Zhao Rong, a reputable old teacher. How could she possibly rent it out if it isn't her house?"
As expected, it was Teacher Zhao who rented the house. Yves King's face turned quite ugly. He said solemnly, "President Owen, I do know Teacher Zhao, but I only entrusted her to take care of and maintain the house, explicitly forbidding her from renting it out. This lease of yours is probably invalid. When your secretary rented this house, I suppose she didn't look at the property title deed? Because my name is on it."
Seeing Yves King speaking so confidently, Faye Owen felt a chill in her heart and partially believed him. This bastard named King might not be lying with such an easily debunkable lie. Suddenly, she felt a cold frost on her pretty face. At the same time, she realized that Yves King probably didn't come here to tail her; it was just a coincidence that she mistakenly rented his house.
While she was still furious, her guard against him was slightly lowered. She said coldly, "Hold on a moment, I'll call Secretary Lane to clarify the situation," before picking up the phone on the table and the luggage bag to go to the room to make the call.
More than ten minutes later, she came out with a face as cold as ice, her eyes harboring anger. At this point, she had already changed out of her towel and was wearing a beige set of casual sportswear. She shot Yves King a seething glare; the bastard had just posed and made her think he was a criminal. She dared not make reckless moves to provoke him, so she ended up arguing with him half-naked in a towel, letting him feast his eyes freely for a long time. What's even worse, the guy had eaten all her milk and bread. Good heavens, those loaves of bread could have lasted her two or three days. How does this man store so much food in his stomach? She had never been so humiliated in her life.
No matter how she would handle this situation today, she would remember this grudge. She would definitely make him repay her twofold.
The casual sportswear completely covered her attractive figure, but this made her seem to undergo a style change, becoming a healthy and active sportswoman. She had already driven out her previous trace of fear. She nonchalantly sat across from Carlos Leo, crossed her arms and said, "Yves King, I've confirmed with my secretary. Indeed, her aunt was taking care of this house for someone else, and she wasn't planning on renting it. However, based on her understanding, the original owner of this house hadn't come back for five years. So in order to please me, she privately discussed with Teacher Zhao, her aunt, and temporarily rented the house. Now, she will immediately ask Teacher Zhao to solve the problem." Her opinion of Yves King wasn't great, so her tone was filled with indifference.
"Solving the problem?" Yves King leaned casually on the sofa and said lightly, "Whatever disputes you have with Teacher Zhao, you should handle it yourself. Now, as the owner of the house, I would like you to leave immediately. I don't like to be disturbed by anyone." Regardless of how pretty Faye Owen was or how impressive her background was, he simply didn't care.
"What kind of attitude is this, Yves King?" Faye Owen was provoked by his dismissive words. She said angrily, "First, I paid to rent this house, and you have no right to drive me out. Second, I am the company's president, and you're my employee. I would like you to speak more politely." She had never met anyone like him in her life.
Faye always had great self-confidence, whether it was in her family background, appearance, knowledge, or capabilities. She had met many men, either ones who would feel inferior and revere her like a god upon seeing her, or highly outstanding and confident men who would employ various approaches to woo her. However, she had never truly been moved. Because she had real confidence and self-respect, as well as the ability to realize her dreams and her life's value.
Although she kept people at arm's length, it was undeniable that she was very attractive and had countless admirers, even those who worshipped her. There were even men who thought they were smart and tried to play hard to get with her, but they couldn't escape her keen observation.
Having taken a psychology elective and being extremely proficient in it, she could tell from Yves King's gaze that he truly wanted her to leave. His dismissive and somewhat disgusted attitude was like shooing away an annoying fly.
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