Chapter 8 The Little Kitty That Scratched the President

• As the sun rose over the horizon, the meeting room was shrouded in complete silence. Four other managers who had no part in the project had even come up with several excuses of their own to skip the meeting that morning in fear of getting caught in the crossfire. There were severe quality problems found in the project in Silverstream, and this was undoubtedly the bane of Ford Group's existence, which specialized in high-end real estate.
• Dressed in a luxuriously tailored black suit, Eric sat in the meeting room, his slender hands flipping through the quality report of the project. The room was completely silent save for the sound of rustling paper that emanated with danger.
• Eric carelessly tossed the report on the table, his eyes filled with bone-chilling cold.
• The person in charge of the Silverstream project, Joneson Witchton, turned pale from horror. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ford. Please give me three days, and I'll take care of this."
• Eric's icy gaze slowly moved upward. "Do you think a 'sorry' will cut it? Is your apology worth that much?"
• The rest of the crowd cast sympathetic looks toward Joneson, knowing that he was definitely done for.
• All of a sudden, the jarring vibration of a phone sounded in the office. When Eric caught sight of Susan's name on the screen, his gloomy expression immediately eased.
• "Hey, I'm Susan Mondragon. I found the thing you wanted. When are you coming to take it? You should come earlier so that you won't have to worry about delaying your customers later tonight."
• "My customers?" Eric let out a helpless laugh.
• The rest observed the change in their president's expression with looks of astonishment.
• Before Eric could reply, Susan had begun speaking again. "I'll send you the address later. Don't be late."
• "Okay," he replied nonchalantly.
• After hanging up, he dismissed them carelessly before leaving the meeting room.
• Joneson immediately let out a huge sigh and collapsed on his seat, his entire body going weak from his close brush with death. Meanwhile, the rest of the staff were completely dumbfounded, wondering who exactly had the power to make Eric end the meeting halfway with just a simple phone call.
• Unable to swallow his curiosity, a man named Zyon Simmers followed him out. As a close friend of Eric's for many years, he had never noticed any changes in Eric's love life recently, but he was sitting next to Eric earlier and had clearly heard a woman's voice through the phone.
• As Eric slipped off his suit jacket, he handed it to Zyon, who immediately laid it over his arm as if he had done this many times before.
• With a sly smile, he asked, "Mr. Ford, do you have a date? What kind of woman is she to make you leave all of those people in the meeting to meet her?"
• Eric sent him a cold look as he loosened his tie. "Just a little lost lamb."
• Zyon was just trying to decipher his words when he keenly noticed the fingernail marks on Eric's arm. How is this a lamb? It's clearly a feisty kitty.
• He clucked his tongue. Things were clearly passionate and exciting—how brave was she to be so rough with the head of Ford Group? What was even more bewildering was that as far as he knew, Eric never had been lenient enough to allow a woman to 'wreak havoc' like this.
• Meanwhile, Susan was unable to find any medicine for her cold after rummaging through the house for an entire morning, and as she was about to leave, her vision turned black, nearly causing her to collapse to her feet by the door.
• "Are you leaving? Go home and talk it out with Andrew, then give in and apologize. I couldn't sleep last night because of this."
• Watching Loretta urgently send her away, Susan remained hopeful as she negotiated gently, "I'll stay for another week and move out once I find a house."
• Hearing that, Loretta instantly refused, "No, definitely not. There's no room for you here, either. Who knows what our neighbors will say when they see you living here even after you're married?"
• Susan let out a sigh. When people said that a woman would lose her home after marriage, they weren't wrong at all. Is there really no place for me to call home in this vast world?
• She reached the arranged location a few minutes early and impatiently checked the time every few seconds, wanting to return Eric's thing as soon as possible. Because of that, she failed to notice a car hurtling toward her at high speed, as if it had lost control.
• With a terrified look in her eyes, Susan stared at the headlights that flashed glaringly before her. At that moment, Andrew's previous words filled her mind: "You want to free yourself from this? That's unless you're dead…"
• She closed her eyes and remained rooted in place, feeling completely helpless. All of a sudden, she felt exhausted and yearned to escape everything as the despair from being betrayed by everyone ripped and tore at her heart.
• All of a sudden, a strong force took hold of her slender arm, pulling her a few steps back just as she thought that she would be sent flying into the air. Immediately after, a black car whizzed past her, narrowly brushing past her body as it sped forward.
• She was forced to swivel around, and her head crashed into the firm chest behind her while her waist was gently wrapped by a large, strong hand.
• Eric lowered his head to look at her, a trace of iciness seeping through his voice. "Do you have a death wish? Why didn't you move away?"