In the president’s office at the Ford Group, Albert casually played with the pen in his hand, glancing at me as I entered.
To make him drop his guard, I hadn’t dressed up intentionally.
My makeup was light, and I wore a simple white blouse and jeans, paired with canvas shoes.
I looked like a naive, freshly graduated student just entering society.
I knew my advantage was my big, innocent eyes.
Many guys who pursued me always said they liked my pure, unassuming vibe.
Albert had also once told me he liked my eyes. That was my only bargaining chip.
I wasn’t the glamorous type, but rather the cute, girl-next-door kind.
Now, I stood quietly in front of him with my ponytail, nervously tugging at the hem of my shirt.
"Mr. Ford, I think I want to stay by your side. I just.
