Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly) novel Chapter 417

She meant to say that he could only address her as Shelly during work, but other than that, they would have nothing to do with each other.

Therefore, he didn't even have the right to call her name.

Maddox wore the same expression, but his eyes visibly darkened.

Maddox didn't agree nor deny her request.

All of a sudden, something came to his mind and he curled his lip.

"Maddox Yardley."

Minerva was dumbfounded. Why did he mention his name out of the blue?

"Gender male, hobby..." His gaze settled on her face, and then he said slowly, "Playing golf, bungee jumping."

Hearing that, if Minerva didn't know what he meant, then she was an idiot.

However, never did she expect that Maddox would suddenly introduce himself.

She wrote everything down at once as if she didn't know a thing about him.

Maddox stared at her tightly like a dormant beast as he spoke every word clearly.

"I'm married."

Those two words were like bombs thrown down to Minerva's heart.

Minerva paused for a moment but continued jotting down the details after that. Was he trying to humiliate her by saying that he was married?

She smiled inwardly. Whether he was married or single, it had nothing to do with her.

However, Maddox, who was sitting opposite her, had been observing her expression.

He tried to detect any shift in her expression but saw nothing.

Minerva had a serious discussion about work with him. As such, she would ask him repeatedly if Maddox didn't answer her questions. She lowered her head to mark the information down and raised questions again after sorting them out.

Maddox originally only planned for a half-an-hour discussion. Nonetheless, more than an hour later, he actually felt... that one hour was not sufficient for them to be together.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation, Mr. Yardley. I will take note of your basic requirements. Tomorrow, I will ask my staff to come and take your measurements."

"Your staff?" Maddox laughed softly. "Miss Hanover, you might have forgotten about it, but I have the right to choose my designer. Or do your designers never do it on their own? Isn't it better for you to take my measurements?"

Minerva replied, "Mr. Yardley, I have other matters to attend to."

"Isn't it a new company? Will the rest be idle if you have too many things to deal with?"

Minerva shut and opened her eyes again impotently. Was there even a point in arguing with him?

"I didn't bring my measuring tools today. Let's schedule a meeting tomorrow."

"I'm not sure if I'm available tomorrow. Wait for my call."

Minerva responded, "Okay, I'll wait for your call. That's all for today. I'll make a move first."

"I'll send you back."

Out of her expectation, Maddox followed her out of the office. Minerva felt a little awkward. "There's no need forthat, Mr. Yardley. I drove myself here."

"Oh?" Maddox immediately thought of the car she drove the other day. He subconsciously shook the hand that was holding the keys, producing a crisp sound. "Then leave your car here. I'll send you back today."

Minerva was at a loss for words.

Minerva leaned back and closed her eyes to rest for a while. Then, she prepared to start the car. However her hands were trembling.

Minerva was not driving attentively along the way. It was only then that she realized that there was a traffic light in front after coming back to her senses. She abruptly slammed on the brake to avoid hitting the blue BMW in front of her.

However, it was too late. Her car collided with the blue BMW in front.

It was a rear-end collision.

Minerva who was in the driver seat was utterly in a daze, breaking out in cold sweat.

Was she... being absent-minded?"

The owner of the blue BMW opened the door and got out of the car at once. She came to her car and knocked on the car window.

Minerva took a deep breath and calmed herself down before getting out of her car.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Do you know how to drive? How dare you hit someone else's car!" The driver yelled at Minerva as soon as she got out of the car. Minerva then cast a glance at the other driver, a young and beautiful girl who dressed fashionably in branded clothing.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't do it on purpose," Minerva softly apologized to her.

"What's the point of apologizing?" She stared at her disdainfully, like the rich looking down at the poor. "Look at the car you drove; it's only a Volkswagen... This car is just nothing. You have crashed my car.

Can you afford to compensate me?"

Minerva replied, "I sincerely apologize. It was truly an accident. You may contact the police. I will bear the responsibility to compensate for all costs."

"Compensation? Can you really afford it?" The girl raised her voice. "From your appearance, you must be an ordinary staff member in a company, right? I'm afraid that you can't afford to compensate me even with your annual salary. How dare you brag about compensation."

Minerva felt that the other party was being unreasonable even though she had apologized. However, the girl was still so aggressive.

"I'm really sorry, but I have already said that I will bear the responsibility for the compensation no matter what it takes. Why are you talking to me in such a manner? As long as I am willing to compensate, won’t it be settled?"