Chapter 439 - Giving Tang Bao a Little Brother 2 Climax 7
Chapter 439 of "Assistant to My Contracted Husband" starts here: Jian Ran didnât know why Mrs.Gail would say such a thing, but the phrase that... Discover what happens next!
Jian Ran didnât know why Mrs.Gail would say such a thing, but the phrase that flashed through her mind wasâŚ
âWhen husband and wife unite, their strength can cut through metal.â
âMrs.
Gail, you flatter me, itâs all thanks to President Guâs guidance.â
Jian Ran remained composed in the face of praise or criticism, which couldnât help but draw admiration from Mrs.
Gail.
Why couldnât she encounter such an excellent employee herself?
Mrs.
Gail narrowed her eyes and spoke, âI wonder if it would be an honor to invite Miss Jian for a dance, and while at itâŚ
Iâd like to discuss your design work with youâŚ
Iâm very interested in your work.â
The matter was clear up to this point.
Especially since the other party was the president.
With a trace of a smile on her lips, Jian Ran responded, âOkay.â
Mrs.
Gail personally inviting a Chinese woman to dance had naturally attracted the attention and focus of many.
Just as Jian Ran was about to place her hand in the manâs palm, suddenly, cheers erupted from the crowd.
âA VIP guest has arrivedâŚâ
âWho is itâŚ
Such a commanding presence?â
âWho else could it be, someone from the consortium.â
âSo handsomeâŚ
What a great figure.â
Upon hearing the crowdâs exclamations, Jian Ran looked towards the entrance of the hall and saw a tall figure, causing her beautiful eyes to tremble slightly.
This figure was inexplicably familiar to her.
More importantlyâŚ
the handsome face of the man was masked by a butterfly mask.
Jian Ran watched as the man took measured steps towards her, feeling her heart being lifted high in an inexplicable manner.
âMiss, I wonder if I may have the honor of inviting you to dance with me?â
The manâs magnetic, deep voice rang out in front of her, and Jian Ran could hear screams rising and falling around them.
That familiar voiceâŚ
Jian Ranâs eyes flickered, and before she could even speak, the man had already taken the liberty to grasp her hand and led her onto the dance floor.
Jian Ran: ââŚâ
This wonât do, she was supposed to dance with Mrs.
Gail, and perhaps they could discuss a few design cases, securing a definite win over Lan Xing for herself.
Seeing thisâŚ
both Mrs.
Gail and Cameron were stunned into stillness.
Unable to help himself, Cameron asked, âPresidentâŚ
Who is that man?â
A personâs true appearance is not always revealed; he insists on wearing a mask to cover his breathtaking visageâŚ
Who exactly is he, with such a powerful aura that it sends shivers down oneâs spine?
Mrs.
Gail narrowed her eyes and soon understood.
âWho elseâŚ
the helmsman of the Carlo ConsortiumâŚâ
The identity of Gu Mochen had always been a secret.
Gu Mochen preferred not to be overly showyâŚ
Thus, most people were clueless about the Chinese helmsman of Carlo.
On hearing this, Cameronâs entire body stiffened.
Unaware of the true face of LushanâŚ
This man was a legendary figure in Italy, always elusive.
Cameronâs mouth twitched slightlyâŚ
This Jian Ran was an employee of the Gu Family, so how could she have a relationship with the president of Carlo?
Jian Ran was led onto the dance floor by Gu Mochen.
Wearing high-heeled shoes made it quite inconvenient, but the man seemed to understand her concerns, as he wrapped his hand around her slender waist.
The warmth of his palm, even through the fabric, was directly transmitted to Jian Ranâs skin.
Jian Ran could distinctly feel that the skin around her waist was inexplicably turning red and heating up.
âWho are you?â
Jian Ran got straight to the point, with her hands not remaining idleâŚ
She reached out her hand toward the manâs cheek, ready to remove his mask.