Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 669

The assistant from TS Group led Blair into the private room. There were two people already there. One was York Kuang, the general manager of TS Group; the other was a woman who Blair didn't know.

As soon as she stepped into the room, a whiff of strong perfume assaulted her nostrils. Blair frowned. The air was so thick with the odor she felt she was being suffocated.

Seeing Blair come in, York Kuang greeted her enthusiastically, "Hi, Miss Jing. Welcome!"

Holding her breath, Blair maintained a polite smile and shook hands with him. "Good evening, Mr. Kuang."

"And let me introduce you to the daughter of our CEO—Stella Zhuge." York Kuang led Blair over to the woman dressed in a light-green stylish outfit.

She looked just like one of those Instagram models. Her skin was fair, and she wore delicate makeup on her face. It was cleverly applied so that she wouldn't look made up. The look in her eyes was arrogant and condescending.

Blair was confused by the presence of the CEO's daughter. 'Why is she here?' she thought. Nonetheless, she greeted her graciously, "Nice to meet you, Miss Zhuge."

Stella Zhuge nonchalantly shook hands with Blair. She didn't even bother to stand up. After casting a cold glance at Blair, she turned to glare at York Kuang and grumbled impatiently, "She's here. Can we eat now, finally? I'm starving!"

She thought angrily in her mind, 'I don't understand why York invited this woman along. She's hot, but that's all she has going for her. Probably hired because of her "ahem!" assets. Humph!'

Blair knew what she was implying. The CEO's daughter was complaining that she was late.

But Blair wasn't late. She was there at the agreed-upon time—7 p.m. In fact, she was ten minutes early. It was just that York Kuang and the woman had come too early.

York Kuang immediately asked the waiter to bring out the food. Then, he pulled a chair for Blair in a gentlemanly way. "Please sit down, Miss Jing."

"Thanks!"

Blair began to chat with York Kuang since she had no idea why Stella Zhuge was even here.

In Room 888

Damon noticed the gloomy and contemplative look on Wesley's face. He actively sat down next to the officer, clapped him on the arm, and asked in a playful voice, "Hey, Colonel Li, what's up? You look seriously down. What's the matter? Maybe I can help."

Wesley cast him a cold glance. "Get lost!" he barked.

"Wow. Salty! Let me guess. Your girlfriend dumped you? No girlfriend, no prospects..." Damon raised his eyebrows at Wesley, a mischievous look in his eyes.

Ignoring Damon's words, Wesley closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch, lost in his own thoughts.

Damon didn't mind. He tugged at the corner of Wesley's shirt and continued, "Come on. You know me. I'm smooth with the ladies. Let me impart to you my boundless wisdom. One, you're almost never home. Your girl probably is getting lonely. But I'm sure she's a good girl."

Wesley kept his silence.

Niles was snickering next to them. He made eye contact with Damon, signaling for him to go on with his lessons about women.

"So I gotta tell ya..." Damon kept prattling on for a few moments, but Wesley still said nothing, wearing an uninterested face. Frustrated, Damon decided to wrap up his sermon quickly. "Anyway, from now on, whenever you buy a purse for your girlfriend, remember to match it with your own clothes. And please don't wear your uniform every day. More styles, more colors. She'll be more into you if you show a little willingness to experiment."

"Why?"

Finally, a word left Wesley's mouth. But Damon was confused. "Why what?"