Marriage Contract: Love Game With CEO

Knock, knock, knock.

Mary knocked on William's office door. She was a little uneasy. They had not spoken since their fight last night and she was unsure if he would be angry when he saw her.

"Come in," came William's voice from behind the door.

"This document needs your signature, boss," Mary said walking over to place the folder on his desk.

William didn't even lift his head or acknowledge her. He simply picked up a pen and quickly began browsing through the document.

He raised his hand unconsciously, and Mary noticed the wound on his left index finger.

"What's wrong with your hand?"

Mary asked without thinking, but then felt perhaps she had been too forward.

"I cut myself by accident," he said coldly.

Cut? Mary frowned as she considered this. Did he hurt himself cooking last night? This in mind, Mary hurriedly said, "Thank you for last night. And... You'd better wrap that wound."

The cut was so long and deep that it was hard to look at. It was enough to make anyone feel a little queasy.

William said nothing, he just signed his name on the document and handed it back to Mary.

She looked it over and mulled over his silence, embarr

said in a rage, "It was three months ago! What are they talking about? Yesterday? What yesterday? Are those reporters crazy?"

"I don't know," Jorge said shrugging it off.

"Jorge, the new are coming. Would you like to have a look?" asked his assistant, Ben Zhao.

"Yes, I'll take a look," Jorge answered, distracted and barely paying attention. He turned to Victor and tried to comfort him. "Don't get all riled up over this. I'll sort this out when I get back."

Summer came in with a group of assistants as soon as Jorge had left.

The first thing she noticed when she entered the lounge was the newspaper that had been thrown on the table and Victor's twisted expression. She sneered and said, "Yo, Victor, are you in the gossip again?"

She strutted over in her high heels, her hips swaying as she walked and said with a smile, "Tut, tut. I wonder which senior officer you have offended, and what you have done that they dare to slander you like this."

"What do you mean? What senior officer?" Victor asked, his face an unwavering mask of seriousness. He could tell that she was implying something and he did not want to play any games to find out what it was.