  The receptionist sized Viola again and confirmed that Viola did not look like a famous socialite, but someone who wanted to use her beautiful face.

  

      "You think you can be considered a guest? You want to see the president. Do you know that our president is worth hundreds of millions? You are just a poor bumpkin. How can you be able to get a hold of him?"

  

      Viola, who was called "a poor bumpkin," was so angry.

  

      As rich as Viola was, she was probably hundreds of times richer than the president of Angle Group. The receptionist was such a snob.

  

      Viola didn't bother to talk nonsense with such useless employee. Her expression was serious. "Contact the higher-ups and tell them that I'm here. If the higher-ups don't want to see me, I'll bear all the consequences."

  

      The receptionist wanted to continue scolding Viola. But just as she was about to s

  It caused quite a stir in the company.

  

      The receptionist, Becky Kane, had just said that she received a woman who was suspected to be Russell's lover, and a managing director appeared from nowhere!

  

      Everyone guessed that this managing director was the same person as Russell's lover.

  

      However, they didn't know that they had a new boss.

  

      Viola gave this matter a good name and said that she was visiting the company in private.

  

      On one hand, it was because Viola had never dealt with the entertainment industry and was not clear about the business process. She needed Russell to help her with some formality.

  

      Secondly, Viola didn't know much about the company's staff. If she hid inside the staff and became their colleague, it would be easier for her to understand the situation of the staff more quickly. She then would clean up the st

  Orlando frowned, thinking, when did I say that I wanted to abandon her? Why did she have such thoughts?

  

      He was baffled, and just as he was about to catch up and make things clear, his suit trousers were tightly gripped from behind.

  

      "Orlando... I know that I was wrong."

  

      Anaya, who was on the ground, raised her pitiful little face and weakly sobbed as she explained, "I'm just afraid ... afraid that in the three years when I'm absent, you'll fall in love with Viola. I'm afraid that you'll abandon me..."

  

      Orlando frowned and looked down, only to see her slightly swollen cheek. He moved his eyes slightly and still reached out to help her up.

  

      His tone softened a little. "I said I would give you a name. I'll divorce her sooner or later. You are being too impatient."

  

      "It's all my fault, but I didn't mean to harm anyone. I just used the wrong method. Orlando... Please forgive me!" Anaya grabbed his sleeve and pursed her lips.

  

      Seeing that he did not say anything else, she gently leaned into his embrace and tentatively revealed her snow-white shoulders.

  

      Orlando narrowed his eyes and pushed her away almost instinctively.

  

      "Orlando!"

  

      Anaya's eyes reddened even more. She stared at him with a resentful gaze, thinking, does he hate me so much now?

  

      She was unwilling.

  

      Why was it that Viola could do it last night, but she couldn't even get close or test him?

  

      "That's enough."

  

      Orlando grabbed her hand and narrowed his cold eyes, looking at her with a strange gaze.

  

      "Anaya, I never thought that you would use such methods and say such sarcastic words. You were very simple in the past."

  

      Anaya was startled, realizing that she had provoked him this time.

  

      Orlando was a man having a definite bottom line and principles. Once his bottom line was touched, it would only invite his resentment more.

  

      "It's not like that! I'm sorry, I know that I was wrong. I was just confused for a moment, and I won't dare to do it again in the future. Orlando, even if it's for the sake of me saving you many years ago, give me a chance to turn over a new leaf."

  

      When she mentioned the thing that happened many years ago, her determined and bright eyes flashed past Orlando's eyes. She was so petite, but she could stand up to protect him.

  

      Forget it.

  

      "Just pretend that nothing happened and don't do it again." His eyes softened gradually.

  

      Anaya felt relieved and was just about to act spoiled towards him when she saw his palm face up, spread out, and reach out to her front.

  

      "Give me the key."

  

      "I know that it was Lawson who gave you the key to the villa without permission. Give it to me," Orlando said.

  

      Lawson Truman was Orlando's assistant and had followed him for many years.

  

      Seeing that Orlando guessed it right, Anaya had no choice but to hand over the key reluctantly.

  

      "Don't come to this villa again. I will arrange a new place for you as soon as possible. You are tired today. Go back to the hotel to rest."

  

      Without waiting for Anaya to speak, Orlando called the driver to send her back.

  

      After Anaya left, Lawson, who was standing in the garden, carefully entered the living room and stood in front of Orlando, waiting for being lectured.

  

      Orlando glanced over and said coldly, "You don't have the right to make decisions for me. If you make the same mistake again, you can get lost."

  

      "Yes."

  

      Orlando tugged at his tie in frustration and took a sip of smoke, before Viola's gaze before she left flashed past his eyes.

  

      Her eyes were cold and piercing.

  

      Was it because he wronged her that she was determined to divorce?

  

      She pretended to be tough and didn't ask for a penny. Did she think that she could live without money?

  

      He didn't want to care about whether Viola could live or would die, but he felt his chest was blocked. He felt still angry and awkward. "Send someone to find Viola and report to me immediately when she is found. Also, transfer this villa to her as my compensation for the divorce."

  

      "Yes."

  

      ...

  

      Viola found the address of Angle Group online. She took her luggage and took a taxi to go there directly.

  

      Since she had agreed to take over the group, she should come earlier to know its information and quickly complete the procedures.

  

      "Inform your president that I want to see him," Viola told the receptionist as soon as she arrived at the company.

  

      The receptionist's expression froze on the spot as she sized Viola up from head to toe.

  

      Even though she had a pretty face, the clothes she was wearing were worth no more than 50 dollars. But the moment she opened her mouth, she wanted to see the president. How shameless!

  

      "Do you have an appointment?"

  

      "No." Viola shook her head.

  

      Hearing that, the young lady at the front desk almost laughed out loud. "How dare you come to Angle Group and behave atrociously without an appointment! Who do you think you're? Don't you examine yourself in the mirror?"

  

      "Is this how you usually receive guests?" Viola frowned at the harsh and unpleasant words.

The receptionist sized Viola again and confirmed that Viola did not look like a famous socialite, but someone who wanted to use her beautiful face.
  
      "You think you can be considered a guest? You want to see the president. Do you know that our president is worth hundreds of millions? You are just a poor bumpkin. How can you be able to get a hold of him?"
  
      Viola, who was called "a poor bumpkin," was so angry.
  
      As rich as Viola was, she was probably hundreds of times richer than the president of Angle Group. The receptionist was such a snob.
  
      Viola didn't bother to talk nonsense with such useless employee. Her expression was serious. "Contact the higher-ups and tell them that I'm here. If the higher-ups don't want to see me, I'll bear all the consequences."
  
      The receptionist wanted to continue scolding Viola. But just as she was about to speak, she was frightened by Viola's cold and sharp gaze.
  
      "That's what you said!

Chapter 7 Can I Keep My Job?