The Innocent Wife of Scheming President
Chapter 54: Gvie You Three Chances

When Alan saw her hesitation, he kept asking, "Why?"

"Because I hate having an employer who is addicted to harassing meand lets me go to the wolf's nest in the name of promotion,” he said."You can be my woman. I will give you gold or sliver nest. I can meet allyour requirements, wealth, social status and freedom, and all myresources. But you can not betray me, or leave me." He also used hisunique calmness, which seemed to control everything, to tempt slowly.What a tempting condition. Olive just felt a little sad. When did hebecome that? Or did she understand him?"

"Mr, Hoyle, don't forget that you are a man with a fiancee. I am notinterested in becoming your lover. Being a junior is to be poked in theback. You have the capital to make women infatuate. But my mothertold me from an early age that east or west, home is the best. As amistress in a love nest, has never come to a good end. I don't want tobe so disgraced.”

Her answer did not make him feel too much unexpected. If she was tooeasy to be seduced by material things, he had bad taste.

He was even grateful for her refusal, at least he could comfort himselfthat she was not such a superficial woman.

People were really contradictory. Their thoughts couldn't stand to thinkcarefully.

If thinking further, to put it bluntly, he was afraid to face that Olive wasnot the one he wanted to replace.

After so many years of search, there was no news or trace. He evendoubted the existence of the girl who had been chattering in his ears.Or it was a wrong memory after his car accident.

Just when he was at a loss, she appeared, like a bright light, cuttingthrough the fog layers in front of him.

Alan was silent for a while and said softly, "It doesn't matter. I won'tforce you. You can think about it again. I'm waiting for you changingyour mind at any time."

He spoke sincerely. Olive was a little dumb. She shook her head insilence, and laughed, "Mr. Hoyle, this is the end of the joke. Is it time togo to dinner?”

She didn't care what kind of host was here, what kind of banquet washeld and what kind of people were present. All in all, people, in thepolitical and business circles, under a certain name, were acting in anunspoken way with each other. But she never thought she would meetIvy here.

In the banquet hall, the lights were bright, the clothes were fragrant,the ladies were beautiful and graceful and the music was soft. Onlywhen you entered the banquet hall, you would know that it was theengagement banquet of the host's son.

Alan did not intend to introduce her to others, so she was willing to bequiet. She just took his arm cleverly, kept a decent smile, and made aqualified foil. She met the host with congratulations, and then turnedaround with him between people who wore sincere or hypocriticalfaces.

This was his social circle now. Everyone who saw him showed somerespect, while they looked at her with some vague color. Occasionally.There were someone who liked gossips pretending to ask himinadvertently, "Who is this lady?"

Olive always answered before he replayed, "Assistant only.”

Alan frowned slightly because she intended to disentangle him. Shepretended to ignore his feelings.

Five years later, he was still as arrogant as he was when she first methim. Even if he wanted to keep a low profile, he could not resist theattention of the audience. But she was no longer the young and naivewoman who dared love and hate.

Time was indeed an invisible pig-killing knife to make she becomedifferent.

"Are you tired?" Alan seemed to be considerate to ask during the sparetime.

"I am fine." Olive answered faintly.

"Take a rest first, and I'll have to meet some old friends."

"OK." Olive agreed quickly. In his eyes, Olive ran faster than a rabbit.Was it so hard for her to accompany him?Alan was somewhat unhappy.Olive put down the glass in her hand, and pushed open the door of thebalcony. The wind in the evening blew through her skin with somecoolness. She stood beside a cluster of green plants. Her hands restingon the railings at will. Her legs slightly bent. Her toes touching theground and shaking gently. She wore a pair of high-heeled shoes for along time. Her heels were hurt, but the winter in here was verycomfortable.

Hands, quietly blindfolded her eyes. A strange voice sounded in herears, "Guess who I am?"

Olive couldn't guess who it is. In this strange city, she had noacquaintances, or no kind of friends who can play guessing games withher. So she tentatively said, "I'm sorry, are you mistaken?"

The man behind him laughed with restraint. "I can't mistake you, MissSteele. You come from Luo city. You have a daughter named Annie. Thebest friend is Chloe, who works in Hengdu."

Olive was so surprised. He knew a lot about her. Who was he? It wasbetter not to be heard what he said just now by Alan. But she couldn'trecognized him from his voice alone.

"Who? Don't make fun of it. I'm not a fairy. I can't guess.” She simplysurrendered.

"Give you three chances.”

"Even you give me thirty chances and I couldn't guess who you are.”