No One But You

Chapter 34 The Woman in the Office of Calvin

Sure I would take it since it was from Calvin.

I was definitely not as lofty as he thought.

There was a driver waiting for me in front of the door, I went straight to S-TANG, and to the same shop.

The clerks were so confused by seeing me that they didn't know whether I was shopping or looking for

trouble.

As I had nothing to return, they stood there wondering whether they should receive me or not.

I stood in the middle of the shop, picked a few clothes, and then said to them, “This, this, this, No, I

want to try on others!"

They looked like they'd eaten shit and looked at me dumbstruck.

I beckoned to one of the clerks, then took my black card out of my bag and shook it in her face. "Don't

worry, I've found a new fat cat and I'll not return it this time.

She was so overjoyed that she beckoned to the others to bring the clothes I wanted.

"Miss, take your time to try, piece by piece."

Money makes the ghost work.

It can also make people who don't like me look at me with new eyes.

I was brain-dead to try so many clothes one by one.

I stood still and raised my little finger. "Wrap it all up," I said, "Give me some shoes and bags, and send

them to my house." I give them my address.

The clerks nodded.

It was good to be rich. It had no need to try and look in the mirror one by one. I would believe that they

said I dressed like a fairy.

When swiping the card, I asked them if they would send a text message. If they swiped one, Calvin

would get a message.

The clerk looked it up and told me there was a message.

Beaming, I told them to swipe one by one.

Although they thought I was crazy, they dared not say anything but swipe them one by one, since I had

spent a lot of money.

Sure enough, before the clerks had finished washing all the ones I wanted, a call came in from Calvin.

"I'm in a meeting and my phone just sits on my desk and it just keeps ringing and ringing like having a

virus."

He was grumbling, but he sounded in a good mood.

He was such a masochist. The more I torment him, the happier he seemed to be.

I smiled, looking at me in the mirror. I was like a disaster of the country and the people.

"I am virtuous. I have spent your money, but I must let you know where your money is going, and what

is the unit price? Am I sweet?"

"It's so sweet." He praised me against his heart.

"I'm done. I'll come and have lunch with you later." I didn't ask him if he had a party or appointment at

noon. I was hungry anyway, and I wanted to see him at noon.

"Okay, you pick me up." He agreed.

"I didn't like the driver. He was so old and looked at me in the back mirror all the time." I crossed my

legs on the couch, with my other foot shaking. I didn't feel like a real woman to myself.

"What do you want? Shall I hire you another one?"

"I'll drive."

"Are you in the right shape to drive?"

"Do you believe that I can fly a plane now?"

"You can drive, but only if I'm in the passenger seat, and you are not allowed to do so when I'm not

around."

"You're afraid I'll have a car accident that both I and the baby die?"

"Do you believe I'm going to grab you off the phone and kiss you hard?"

Wasn't he in the conference room? Was he flirting with me in front of so many people?

The clerk came up to me and said respectfully, "It’s all done and wrapped. And will be delivered to your

house at once."

"OK." I nodded, and then looked up at her. "Do you want to know who the fat cat is?"

She looked at me with a glazed expression.

“It's the same guy!” I laughed and I was a madman in their eyes.

I hated the way they looked at others.

I knew it was boring to buy self-esteem with money, especially with other people's money.

But Calvin was rich. He wouldn't blink if I bought the whole store today.

I used his money to buy my dignity, and sometimes it made me feel good to think about it.

They had packed all the clothes. I opened each bag and found one of my favorite clothes. When I put it

on and came out of the dressing room, they were squatting on the ground, sweating all over,

repackaging for me.

They were working people, but they insist on turning themselves into class enemies of the working

people. Why was that?

I didn't even bother to say goodbye and walked away, expecting to be scolded by them secretly.

When I got to the downstairs of DonHiu Group, it was just 11:30 am.

Their company was humane. They left at 11:30am but other companies closed at 12 o'clock.

I fought my way up the stairs, but countless people stopped me.

I laughed like a wicked woman, “Are you sure you're going to stop me? I am Mr. Knight's favorite

woman recently. If you offend me, I am afraid it will be your last day here?"

They were afraid. While they were thinking about it, I took the opportunity to slip into the elevator.

The secretaries in the secretarial office were so busy with their lunch plans. I had already reached the

door of the Calvin's office.

Thanks to his recent infatuation, I didn't bother to knock and opened his office door.

"Calvin, a fox came to invite you to have a meal together!" I walked into his office at the top of my

octave.

Before the other foot could come and step on it, the front foot slammed on the brakes because of

inertia and sensitivity.

He was not alone. There were other people in his office.

In a chair across from his desk sat a woman.

She had long straight hair, with his back to me. I knew she had a pretty face without looking at it.

I didn't know why I thought she was not a client of Calvin from her back.

Sometimes I really hated my sensitivity.

Calvin and the woman looked towards me at the same time.

The woman turned her head. She had a face that was naturally dignified and virtuous. She was much

more beautiful than Elena Jenkins.

There was a flash of surprise in the woman's eyes.

I stayed where I was, not knowing whether to take a step forward or slam the door and walked away.

Calvin beckoned to me to come.

I knew that at best I was only one of the foxes who had recently hovered over him, and the powerful

aura of the woman in front of me overwhelmed me.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

I smiled at them. "I think I went to the wrong door. I'm sorry. I will restart it.”

Then I turned and walked out of the office, closing the door.