Chapter 1190 Are You Playing Tricks On Me

He's finally here!

Jacob was, once again, filled with anticipation, and a wide smile formed on his face.

The truth was, he had been maintaining that smile for so long that his muscles were aching.

Thankfully, the person he was waiting for finally arrived.

The staff of Sann Group tidied themselves and got ready to welcome their boss, especially the blond-haired man, who approached the car straightaway.

Jacob followed suit and stood before the car with utmost sincerity.

At the same time, the audience in the livestream session was already very impatient. Originally, they arrived early to see Arielle's good looks. However, the camera had only been pointing at the bald Jacob for almost an hour, which frustrated them.

Hence, many of them left comments to complain about the situation and left the room. Yet, they entered occasionally to see if the camera had moved away from Jacob.

When it finally happened, the comments section got lively again.

A comment read: Ah! Is my goddess finally appearing? I didn't come here to stare at the bald head for so long. I'm here for my goddess!

Why do I get the feeling that it won't necessarily be Arielle? Didn't Sann Group post an announcement yesterday? They said the person would be coming to sign a contract with Moore Group. So it's possible that the person in the car is Sann Group's boss.

I think it's Sann Group's boss too. Didn't you guys notice the bald guy's expression?

At the mention of Sann Group's boss, even the inactive netizens begin joining the conversation.

Another comment read: What? Is this for real? Sann Group's boss? That's a very powerful person!

The boss of Sann Group is extremely mysterious. I don't even know if that person is a male or a female. I can't believe I'm getting to see the face of the boss today. It wasn't a waste to watch the bald guy for ar hour, after all.

Jacob's assistant paled when he saw the string of comments that were related to a bald guy.

Why did there have to be a live broadcast? Everything would have been perfectly fine. Look at what's happening now.

Meanwhile, the car door finally opened.

A pair of slender and fair legs stepped out under the watch of Jacob's respectful and curious gaze.

As soon as he saw them, he was puzzled.

Is Sann Group's boss a female? How could a female become such a powerful character? Could this be the wrong car? Perhaps it's the boss' assistant or something?

Right then, the person bent her body and stepped out of the car.

When Jacob raised his head, he saw Arielle's perfect-looking face.

That day, she was looking a little different from usual. She had light makeup, her hair was tied into a neat ponytail, and she was dressed in a formal black dress, which gave her a neat look. No one could lift their gaze off her.

Yet, Jacob was disgusted by her, even though she was stunningly beautiful.

His expression merely turned sour at the sight of her.

Didn't she say the contract with Sann Group will be handled by me? Why is she here then? Did she deliberately lie to me on the phone so she could catch me off guard today? What a cunning woman!

The more he thought about it, the greater the rage within him grew. Not bothering to conceal his emotions, he asked with a sullen expression, "Madam Chairman, didn't you say you have other contracts to sign today? Isn't that why you handed this one to me? Why did you come to the office today? Are you doing this to trick me?"

When Jacob's assistant warned him it could be a trap, he did not believe it. I can't believe Arielle actually lied to me!

Arielle, on the other hand, had already expected Jacob to react that way. Hence, she smiled and responded with a knowing look, "Trick you? Mr. Campbell, do you think I'm bored enough to play tricks on you?" "But you "

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