Slater entered the office with a rare hook of a smile, all but unrecognizable from his usual seriousness.
I wonder what tricks Sugar's daughter will play?
I was really looking forward to how far she would go to please herself.
While fantasizing about various scenarios, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted.
"Boss, please wait!"
Slater looked coldly at his assistant Mike who interrupted his thoughts.
Mike, against the death sight, took out his own cell phone and posed a QR code.
"Boss, please give me your phone."
Irina noticed Slater's one-sided cold press and looked toward the two men.
Slater noticed Irina's line of sight and a hint of smugness slipped through his eyes.
Little Sugar's daughter was jealous... so much jealousy.
Even the male special assistant's jealousy...
Slater snorted coldly and looked at the special assistant and spoke in a deep voice.
"You don't deserve to have my contact information."
Mike looked puzzled and subconsciously checked his cell phone page over.
That's right, isn't it? It's the clock-in system.
It's not adding a friend, is it?
Irina tsked softly and pulled her phone straight out of Slater's pocket, displaying a password-locked screen.
Realizing Irina was trying to help Mac, Slater wrapped an indulgent arm around her.
Although there were many trade secrets on the phone and the password couldn't be told to just any outsider.
But if the little sugar daughter begged herself...
Slater lowered his voice to her ear.
"Want the password, beg me?"
Irina lazily ignored him and unlocked the code with a few taps of her fingers.
Quite skillfully, she scanned the QR code in Mike's hand.
Sliding the pop-up punch card page toward Mike.
"Is that okay?"
"It's okay it's okay."
Mike eyed Irina gratefully and helped the two press open the elevator.
He made sure to ask later.
Who had offered to put him in charge of the president's clocking in!
Inside the elevator, Mac pressed the floor, minimizing his presence.
Slater scowled meaningfully at and Irina.
"How did you know my code."
He said turning to trap Irina between himself and the corner of the elevator.
Eyes narrowed dangerously, his tone dripping with vague thinly veiled anger.
"Could it be? You're a spy sent by the opposite family."
Irina looked up at him faintly, the implication in her eyes clear.
You're stupid.
"Your password is my birthday."
Grand President Slater's breath felt like a balloon, poked by a needle before it could be puffed up.
With a soft grunt, he straightened his collar and stepped back aside.
He'd have plenty of time to find out about the password...
What mattered now was, how would Tweedledum ingratiate herself?
Could it be the elevator PLAY?
The elevator floors rose floor by floor, the woman beside him unmoving.
With a grimace, Slater's eyes turned to Mac, who was standing in the corner, desperately trying to minimize his presence.
Sugar's daughter must have been too embarrassed to mess around because there were people in the elevator.
Should have known to leave the Special Assistant in the lobby...
Special assistant Mike received the president's death glare and subconsciously stood up straight.
Usually, he also pressed the elevator by himself, and he didn't see the president displeased, right?
Slater coldly scanned the superb working assistant and tsked with dryness in his voice.
Have to think of a way to get rid of him, or else the little sugar daughter will be shy later.
What about being too embarrassed to play office-play?
Slater's office went for a sexually cool style, simple and clean at a glance.
Irina walked to his desk freely, and scanned it briefly.
The processed documents were neatly stacked on the right hand side.
The unprocessed ones were sorted and placed at the left hand side.
Slater looked around the office and frowned imperceptibly.
Why hadn't he noticed it before, the office was so abbreviated.
It reeked of shabbiness.
Only a supreme luxury décor would be worthy of his taste!
Noticing Irina standing in front of the desk for a long time.
Slater's heart tightened and took three or two steps forward.
Wrapping his arms around his waist and picking the person up, he spoke in a low voice.
"Don't look."
Irina didn't react for a moment, and the whole person was picked up.
Slater sat firmly in his office chair, himself in his arms.
It took a moment to hear the man's words before she snapped back to her senses.
Oh yes, she was still his 'little sugar daughter'.
She gave a small, imploring grunt and struggled to get off Slater's lap.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked at your papers."
Slater wrapped a large hand around her and re-gathered her back into his arms.
Frowning a little in confusion.
"You can look at the papers if you want, I'm telling you not to look at the office, it's too ugly."
Irina's struggling movements plummeted.
Speaking of which, the office was still decorated only after the Special Assistant had asked for her opinion.
So Slater hadn't actually liked the decor over the years?
Irina grunted softly and expressionlessly slapped the hand wrapped around her waist.
"Let go, and get your ass to work."
"I don't,you stay in my arms or I'll be too distracted to work."
Are you three years old? Do you have to hold something to concentrate?
It was as if she saw her own siblings, making a scene.
Irina sighed and finally tried to struggle.
It didn't budge.
Slater buried his head in the crook of Irina's neck, sniffing the cold scent of her body.
Like a cat on catnip, he mumbled something
"What did you use, it smells so good."
Irina was tightly hooped and simply gave up, her tone helpless.
Raising her hand, she patted a certain large cat on the head.
"I didn't... Don't start a conversation, get to work."
Slater grunted, at least lifting his head up and gathering his thoughts to start working.
Not avoiding Irina either, he spread out his papers in a big way.
Every now and then he sucked on the little sugar daughter in his arms.
Eyes full of their own unnoticed sinking and fascination, the slightest lack of work clear.
Irina was staring at Slater's work.
She was oblivious to Slater's small movements.
Only when she saw that there was no major problem did she let go of her suspended heart.
There was a knock on the office door and Special Assistant Mike's voice came through.
"Boss, boss, I'm coming in."
Hearing that it was Mike's voice, Irina pushed Slater's arm to get off her lap.
It was an old married couple and still so mushy.
Or in front of an old acquaintance, more than a little embarrassed.
"Slater, let me down."
"In!"
Slater had just raised his voice and finished speaking when he noticed the movements of the person in his arms.
His face suddenly grimaced, and his heart was vaguely irritated.
So much for not wanting others to know about the relationship between the two?
Is he that unable to hold his hand?
Mocking harsh words to the edge of the mouth, saw the tip of Irina's ears scarlet.
Forget it, the little sugar daughter's thin skin.
She doesn't want others to know about the "adopted" relationship is normal.
The one you raised, always want to be spoiled.
The words finally turned a corner.
"Woman, you can't escape me even if you try to hide our relationship."
Irina was getting off Slater's lap and stood to the side to straighten her clothes.
Smelling confused, she tried to say something.
When had she disguised their relationship?
Seeing that Mike had come in, she suppressed her doubts for the time being.
Put on a calm demeanor.
"What's the matter, haven't the papers been delivered for today?"
Slater's eyes tailed sharply, putting on his usual unsmiling demeanor.
A few hints of the Sven elite.
Mike blinked and laughed awkwardly twice.
Walking over to Irina, he handed over as many papers as he could.
"Boss the documents you have to deal with are on the table, these are the documents the boss has to deal with."
The atmosphere fell into a moment of awkwardness.
Mike stiffened his head and handed over another note document, lowering his eyebrows.
"You've worked hard."
After saying this, he immediately turned around nimbly and left, closing the door as quickly as he could.
It was comparable to escaping a fire.
Irina roughly flipped through the documents in her hand, not bothering to look at Slater's expression.
The documents in her hand were all important decisions.
On the contrary, the documents in Slater's hand were all small, insignificant items.
Irina was completely relieved.
She herself was at least a great lady raised by a business family.
Although she acted all year round and didn't care about the company, it was still better than letting a fool who hit his head manage the company.
It was not in vain that she had greeted Mike in advance.
Slater had a complicated look on his face as he watched Irina skillfully flip through the documents.
Only after a long time did he grunt and laugh, his tone cold.
"So you've long been ready to run away, all infiltrated into my company..."
Irina didn't want to break up the issue of shares with the fool and interrupted straight away.
"No, I'm sharing for you, heartbroken."
The corners of Slater's mouth involuntarily rose before he pressed himself back down.
Can't be mesmerized by the woman's flowery language.
"Nice try, so why don't you go public with me?"
Irina put down the papers in her hands and pressed her fingers to her temples.
Why was this person hitting her back?
At the earliest she had thought about going public, and saw that Slater had nothing to show for it.
Then she put an end to the idea, public or not, it's all the same, just a legal couple.
Could it be that Slater wanted to go public?
What good would it do him?
Seeing Irina's silence, Slater snorted coldly.
This woman, indeed, did not want to go public with herself.
Rationally, he knew that she was still in the rising stage of her career, and going public would have an impact.
But emotionally, it was extremely unpleasant.
The thought of not being able to notify the world that the little sugar daughter belonged to herself.
Slater's heart was vaguely uneasy.
Seeing Slater's face written all over it.
"See, it's true."
Irina sighed, deeply tired.
What's the point of bothering with a fool and saying anything he doesn't understand.
Glancing at the clock, it was six p.m. and time to get off work.
Finally making it to the end of her shift, Irina patted the corner of her coat.
Digressing from the topic, she faintly commanded.
"Go home."