Mrs. Hawn, Your Disguise Was Penetrated

Asher was dressed in leisure wear, wearing an apron, and was working in the kitchen in an orderly way.

The sunrise was shining down on him through the glass window, which seemed to give him a layer of warm color.

He had heavy eyebrows, dark eyes, high nose, and sexy thin lips that made people unable to take their eyes off him.

He seemed more amiable than he usually was at work. Even with the apron, he was still as handsome as a god.

Nora drifted off for a moment.

"You're up?" Asher heard the sound, looked back at Nora, and asked.

Nora came back to the present moment and asked in confusion, "What are you doing in the kitchen?"

"Wilma took the day off for something." Asher said with a calm expression.

"Oh," Nora nodded, "Can you even cook?"

The sexy lips of Asher raised into a soft curve, "You can try it."

Nora admitted that Asher's cooking skills were excellent.

She sat at the dining table, tasted the fried egg made by Asher, and couldn't help but praise, "It's really good."

She didn't expect that the president of a company would cook himself and he was so good at it.

Nora was quite impressed with Asher.

"Have some more if you like it." Asher smiled lightly as he put another piece of sandwich on Nora's plate with chopsticks in his slender hand.

Feeling the concern from the man in front of her, a warm current flowed through Nora's heart inexplicably.

In fact, Asher was quite a good man, who was tall, handsome, powerful, and wealthy, and was on the top of the business world.

He could be called a perfect man so long as he was not mad.

Perhaps... she might consider what Grandpa said to her?

The two of them were eating breakfast cozily, when suddenly Asher's cell phone rang, which broke the rare warm atmosphere.

Asher pressed the answer button with his slender finger and asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"

Clark's voice came from the other end of the line, "President, regarding the studio's chandelier, we've found the worker responsible for repairing it."

"H'm." Asher lightly issued a single syllable from his nasal cavity.

"It was a total of three workers for the maintenance check, and now, one of them has resigned." Clark continued to report in a respectful manner, "And according to the other two workers, the one who was in charge of the chandelier inspection at that time was the one who had resigned."

"Go check it out." Asher's face turned somber as he said.

After he hung up the phone, Nora asked anxiously, "What about it? Is there any result on the chandelier? Did you find out who did it?"

Asher narrowed his eyes slightly, "Still working on it."

Well...

It seemed that there was something behind this matter that was definitely not that simple.

After finishing her breakfast, Nora returned to her room, and took out the ointment. She was about to apply it to the wound on her leg, when suddenly a magnetic voice came from above her head, "Let me do it."

Nora looked up and it was Asher's familiar handsome face that met her eyes.

"No, thanks. I'll do it myself." Nora's hand paused and she hastily refused him.

However, Asher took the ointment in Nora's hand without saying anything, slightly squatted down, and carefully applied it for her.

"When my hand was injured before, you helped me, and now it's my turn to help you." Asher spoke in a deep voice and his tone was as natural as it could be.

"Okay then..." Nora also had no reason to refuse.

Asher scooped up some ointment with his fingers and carefully applied it to the wound on Nora's leg.

The ointment was cool and his long, slender fingers that were rubbing over her leg gave Nora a numbing and tingling sensation.

Nora's face reddened inexplicably.

"There." Asher stood up and said with a deep look in his eyes, "Remember to apply the medicine on time, or else it won't look good if you leave a scar."

"Got it." Nora followed and stood up. Perhaps it was because she had been in the same position for a long time when applying the ointment that her legs suddenly went numb.

She could not stand still and fell towards Asher.

"Be careful!" Asher was quick enough to pull her back.

His big and strong hands wrapped around her delicate waist.

The warmth came from her waist and Nora fell into Asher's arms. She was out of breath and her face began to burn again.

What was wrong with her?

Why did she always make such stupid mistakes in front of Asher?

Asher lowered his head and gazed at the girl in his arms, whose fair face was dense with two flushes and the shy look was particularly tantalizing.

In his deep eyes, the desire gradually grew strong.

Asher did not hesitate to lower his head and kissed the tender lips.

Nora froze and her head suddenly went blank as she watched the handsome face zoom in in front of her.

Just as Asher's lips were about to touch Nora's, a pleasant ringtone sounded again.

Nora's head cleared a bit and she pushed Asher away quickly, "Your phone is ringing."

Asher's face was gloomy and his eyes were full of unabated passion as he picked up the phone with a cold face and took a look at it.

It was Clark calling.

With a discontented look on his face, Asher frowned and picked up the phone, "What is it?"

At this moment, Asher's voice was even colder than usual, making Clark shudder.

It seemed like a bad time for him to call?

But what should be reported should still be reported.

Clark cleared his throat before he said, "Mr. Hawn, the worker who has quit is called Ivan Ward. I've asked someone to research him, and it turned out that his whole family has emigrated to Australia just a few days ago."

"Emigrated?' Asher narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, and half a million dollars was transferred into his bank account a week ago." Clark continued.

"Okay, I got it." Asher's eyes went a little colder.

"What's wrong?" Nora vaguely heard something and asked with concern.

She was eager to know who was behind it and caused her to be almost hit by the chandelier.

If Asher hadn't been quick enough to save her that day, she might still be lying in the hospital by now.

Asher looked calm and repeated Clark's words.

Nora was a little surprised, "You mean, that worker immigrated so coincidentally?"

Asher nodded, "Exactly."

Needless to say, the incident of the chandelier at the studio must be related to Ivan Ward.

But he was just an ordinary maintenance worker. The sudden transfer of half a million dollars to his account meant that there must be someone behind him.

Who could it be?

What was the purpose for doing so?

The target was Nora, Annie, or Julian?

Or, in fact, his target was Asher, or even the entire Hawn Group?