The President’s Stubborn Love

The next day, Sherry went to work as normal as if nothing had happened, and also very occasionally heard some gossip within the company.

“It’s too bad Jefferson is actually leaving at this time, isn’t it, the company will be reviewing promotions soon.”

“With him gone, there’s a vacancy in the finance department, I’m told. …”

Sherry clutched the papers in her hands, her eyes slightly downcast.

Aaron must have given orders not to allow word of last night’s events to get out, and Sherry obediently keeps quiet until, of course, Eral asks her to make a trip to Aaron’s office.

The door pushed open and the man, dressed in a grey striped suit, half leaned back in his office chair, his eyes lifting slightly, “Sherry, growing up.”

“Mr. Swift, I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Sherry pretended not to know.

“Why is Jefferson giving you a hard time?” Aaron’s fingers tapped on the desk one by one, his face sullen and cold, his gaze falling on her, “Do I need to spell it out?”

Sherry’s heart thumped and her head dropped even lower, “Mr. Swift, I just happened to hear something I shouldn’t have, and that’s wrong?”

The stern gaze examined her.

After a long time, the man laughed out softly, “Go out.”

Sherry turned with an expressionless face and stepped away.

When she left the office, she went straight to the bathroom and splashed her face twice with cold water. Aaron was testing her to see if she had colluded with Jefferson, causing him to dog her and use that underhanded tactic on her.

Looking at the face in the mirror, Sherry’s frown grew tighter and tighter.

In the office, Eral was a little regretful, “Mr. Swift, now that Jefferson has suddenly left, all the evidence that was traced before is useless, six months of hard work is just wasted.”

Someone in the company was enriching themselves and working with a rival company, something that Aaron had always known.

His plan is to put in a long line to catch a big fish.

But I didn’t expect to lose it when Sherry showed up just after I caught him in the act.

Eral looked inquiringly at his own president, who assumed that Sherry would be fired.

“What if this is just a bitter trick, and Sherry is one of them?” A cold smile spilled from the man’s lips, he knew his relationship with Sherry all too well, that woman had a complex mind and had gone to such lengths to blend into the Night Group, her intentions were by no means simple.

He had all the time in the world to spend with her.

“Keep an eye on her.”

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At noon that day, Sherry took advantage of her break to leave the office.

A Night Group employee had been following her from a distance, but Eral was debriefed that Sherry had simply taken a two-stop bus ride to a large stall on Walking Street.

“She’s not meeting with anyone?” Eral frowned; it was said that with Jefferson’s departure, someone would soon be found there to continue Jefferson’s mission.

Could it be that it has nothing to do with Sherry?

“Eral, continue to follow?”

“Heel, these are Mr. Swift’s orders, and remember, you must never let Sherry find out.”

At that moment, Sherry, carrying her takeaway coffee, entered through the offside door on the other side behind them, the lift going up slowly, her hand clutching her coffee cup tightening and tightening.

Sure enough, Aaron took her for one of those people’s accomplices.

She knew all too well the man’s suspicious mind and, above all, she had no semblance of credibility with him.

Sherry curled her lip slightly, but what was the point of having more people watching her, she had already put the bait out.

Instead of going back to her office, Sherry stood on the terrace veranda of the Night Building, looking down at the window of the cafe below, an angle that gave a very good view.

She has sent a message to Nola from her internal Night Group account.

“Nola, there’s something I have to meet to tell you.”

That’s what Jefferson’s affair had taught Sherry. Every time Nola knew Aaron’s whereabouts so accurately, someone within the Night Group must have tipped her off.

Whoever this person is, it doesn’t matter; all that matters is that Sherry pries Nola’s mouth open.

With three minutes to go before the appointed time, Nola appeared.

Sherry’s eyes lit up, good, she had guessed right.

Nola picked up the envelope that had long been on the table, as she had expected, and took special care to look around until she could read the words on it, Nola got up angrily and headed straight for the Night Building.

Sherry had prepared a spare pair of Carol’s work clothes in advance and, wearing a mask and hat, pushed the clean-up trolley and headed for the lift.

In the lift, she kept her head down.

Nola didn’t even care about her when she came in.

She clutched her phone and cursed fiercely, “I’m telling you, get me that woman’s information address right now, I will never allow anyone to get ahead of me in that way.”

Sherry held back a laugh.

The things in that envelope were all made up by her.

Tell Nola that Aaron had taken a woman to the spa hotel and that the woman was pregnant.

If she had faked her pregnancy back then, she would have abhorred such a set-up.

She wouldn’t be stupid enough to argue with Aaron and, in all probability, would secretly get rid of the woman who didn’t even exist.

Sherry, her face covered by a mask, watched Nola walk into the fifth-floor coffee room, pressed her hat down a little lower, came down the other lift, found a place and watched Nola from a distance.

Nola’s behavior is best described as being on the edge of her seat, uncomfortable and overwhelmed.

It didn’t take long to see an employee come over to meet with Nola.

Sherry frowned; she couldn’t see the employee’s face.

They said something quietly, and Nola hit the other woman with her hand, then left in a rage.

Sherry was about to follow him when the phone rang.

“Sherry, Mr. Swift wants you in his office.”

“Got it. …”

Sherry lowered her voice in return, and when she looked up to see again, the man had disappeared without a trace.

Pity!

She changed back into her clothes and went back upstairs to her office.

Just before entering the door, he met the man’s cold, icy eyes, “Assistant Shen, seems to be busy?”

Sherry tugged at the corners of her lips in embarrassment and pulled out the words she had prepared, “I haven’t been feeling well for the past few days.”

Women always get around a lot of trouble by using this excuse.

“Is that so?”

Aaron swept coldly at her.

“How do I remember, you’re not these days.”

He suddenly got up, his long legs striding away, and came straight to Sherry, his hand lifted and pressed her shoulder, his voice dipped in warning, “Sherry, don’t play tricks in my company or …”

Without waiting for him to finish, Sherry cried out in outright pain.

“Mr. Swift, you’re too strong!”

She obediently ducked out from under his hand, “I was really just going to the bathroom, if you don’t believe me, you can check the surveillance, the women’s bathroom on the 7th floor, section B.”

A fire of disgust ran under Aaron’s eyes and he frowned momentarily.

He has always had a cleanliness problem.

Sherry returned blandly, “Mr. Swift, you have a meeting in ten minutes, would you like me to help you prepare your materials? I’ve washed my hands.”