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The Love Mark of the Werewolf - Chapter 31

I knew that I was not bad, but I wasn’t narcissistic enough to think that the President of the Hall Corporation would fall in love with me after seeing me twice.

But his words disrupted my thoughts, and I couldn’t bring myself to say no.

But I couldn’t promise him.

Wait, if I became his assistant, wouldn’t it be easier to investigate him?

I was enlightened and my inner conflict dissipated. “Then… Two weeks is not enough time.”

“It might not be easy to adjust the timeline. It has already progressed to this stage. It will be troublesome to adjust it again.”

“Yeah, a little.” My mind raced as I tried to figure out what to do if Andrew was going to attend the press conference.. There were only two weeks left, which was too little time for such a huge event.

Andre could tell I was nervous. He stood up, walked back across the room, and sat down in the President’s office chair. “I’m going to issue an immediate notice and have the entire corporation cooperate with you to prepare for this press conference. If you still find it difficult, I’ll increase the budget by another ten million dollars.”

I stared at him with widened eyes. He was certainly from a wealthy family, doesn’t he know how much money was that?

Of course, I didn’t feel bad for him spending so much money. I was just afraid that he would have high expectations of me and end up feeling that I had wasted money.

He didn’t notice my expression at all. He just typed some stuff on his keyboard and stopped after a while. He gave it some serious thought and muttered to himself, “Oh, I should do this too.”

Not long after, he printed out a document. He put his signature and stamp on it before he took a photo, sending it to the group chat.

I took out my phone and clicked on the photo to see what he had written.

He directly appointed me as the Executive Director of the product launch for the Craftsman series wine. He also wrote down the requirements of the VIP client and himself, and requested the entire corporation to do their best to cooperate. I would be paid five times my salary as long as I worked overtime for the press conference. From the General Manager of each branch, to the security guards and even cleaners, if anyone did not cooperate with me, the human resources department could directly fire them.

As I watched, I felt something in my throat. In all my years of working, I never had someone who trusted me so much and gave me so much encouragement and support.

Andrew looked at me with starry eyes. I had no idea whether I was just imagining things, but he seemed to be asking for my praises.

“Andrew… what if I screw up…”

“That won’t happen. The company has an excellent operations team. You only need to give the orders.”

“I don’t even need to provide my creativity?” I asked, feeling a little unsure.

“You’re in charge of assigning resources and making decisions. I’m not saying that you have no creativity. It’s just that time is tight, so it’s better for it to be a collaborative effort.”

Hearing this, I instantly felt less pressure. However, I wasn’t confident that I could pick the best proposal out of the many proposals for a large-scale event with a budget that was close to 40 million dollars.

Andrew stood up and sat down beside me. He studied me for a moment, then smiled. “It’s okay. It’s just an event.”

“This is not an ordinary activity.”

“It’s just an ordinary event. If you mess it up, just treat it as practice. You’re my assistant, you shouldn’t be troubled by small disturbances.”

“If I screw up, will you sue me? Will you fire me?”

He suddenly fell silent and a guilty look flashed across his face. I must have seen it wrongly. Why would he feel guilty? Even if he felt sorry, he wouldn’t show it in front of me so easily.

He said in a low voice, “You’re feeling insecure, but it’s not your fault. You can only blame the person beside you for not giving you a sense of security.”

I didn’t understand what he meant. What did it have to do with my insecurity? I was just afraid of screwing up the event.

Just as I was about to ask him, he continued, “It’s okay, this is just an event. I’m here. You’ll never have to worry about not having someone to back you up.”

His words were like a flurry of arrows, shooting wildly at me and puncturing countless holes in my body, making me tremble uncontrollably.

Abraham said the same thing to me when I was being bullied. That was our first time having such a deep conversation outside of our usual financial and career topics.

I didn’t expect that another person would say that to me.

I suddenly felt like crying. I quickly turned around and wiped the tears in the corner of my eyes.

My movements were so obvious that Andrew saw it. His voice was tense as he asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Oh, I’m fine. It’s just that my eyes are feeling a little uncomfortable.”

“Let me see.” He came around, very naturally cupping my face with one hand, while using his index finger and thumb of his other hand to open my eyes.

He didn’t seem to think it was an intimate move at all. Oddly, neither did I. It’s as if he’d done it many times, and we were both used to it.

“There doesn’t seem to be anything inside.” Andrew looked at me seriously for a while before saying, “But I can see that you haven’t rested well.”

“Yes. I didn’t rest well.” I took his hand away, moving my chair back a little. Even though his charisma was drawing me closer, I had to keep my distance from him. He could be my enemy.

An embarrassed look flashed past his face when he saw what I did. He probably didn’t expect that a woman would want to stay away from him.

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