My Supermodel Wife

Around half past three in the afternoon, Lilia and Jean arrive at the Genesis Company office.

Currently, there were journalists from nearly 20 entertainment media on the front lobby of the building. They had been waiting here for nearly five hours since morning, to get the first-hand news of the scandal.​​

At the same time, in the president's office located on the top floor, Lilia was sitting on the sofa. She smiled broadly and stared at the man sitting behind the boss's desk.

"President Jean, those reporters are waiting for you today. Looks like they don't plan to return home before seeing you!" Lilia teased.

They just came straight from the underground parking lot. If the reporters intended to capture Jean at the front gate, maybe they should wait until the land was gone first.

Jean lifted his eyes from the doc.u.ment in his hand. His handsome face was tinged with tenderness as he stared at his wife. "What? Are you planning to let me meet them?"

Knowing that he was flirting on purpose, Lilia raised an eyebrow. She raised her index finger and squinted, pretending to look angry. "That's not good. I still need President Jean for myself. If you are taken by the reporters, who should I post on my social media?"

After Lilia finished speaking, the smile on her face faded slightly. She got up from the sofa and walked towards the man one step at a time. Lilia slightly leaned back on the boss' table and rested her hands on it. She tilted her head and let out a heavy sigh.

"Jean, I'm sorry I bothered you," Lilia's expression now looked serious. "I know that announcement will generate such a big response. Maybe it would be better if we keep our marriage hidden,"

Lilia lowered her head, not daring to look at that man. Guilt gnawed at her heart. If this was the case… wasn't Robert's proposal back then correct? That she better keep her marriage a secret?

At the time Lilia announced her marriage, she didn't expect that someone would try to attack her by bringing up her family background. Jean was not someone who liked to appear in public. But his relationship with Lilia had disrupted the company's order. That made Lilia feel very sorry.

At this time, Jean rubbed the pen on his hand. He stared at Lilia's bowed head for a moment. Then the corners of his lips curved upwards and his eyes smiled. "Are you feeling sorry?" Jean asked softly.

Hearing that, Lilia stole a glance at the man. She replied in a low voice, "If I said that I had a little regret, what would you do?"

For a few moments, Jean didn't speak. He put down the pen in his hand. Then, without warning, the man grabbed Lilia's wrist and pulled her into his embrace. Or rather, Lilia fell on top of his l.a.p.

In her surprise, Lilia automatically wrapped her arm around Jean's shoulder. Then she came to her senses and hurriedly hit the man. How could Jean be playing around at a time like this?!

Lilia hissed in panic, "Put me down! Don't you have any shame?!"

Jean smiled faintly and grabbed Lilia's chin. He said in a deep voice, "It's not about asking what I'm going to do. If you're sorry, then I can only rack my brains to find a way for you to let go of your regret!"

After saying that, Jean didn't give Lilia a chance to speak and crushed her lips. The sound of kissing and sighing filled the quiet office room.

When Lilia was finally released, her entire face had turned red. Jean looked at Lilia with l.u.s.tful eyes, then leaned over to kiss her again.

Lilia hurriedly stretched out her hand to cover the man's mouth. She glared at Jean and protested, "What are you doing?! We're in your office!"

'Isn't he afraid of someone suddenly stepping in?'

Jean raised his eyebrows with a look of amus.e.m.e.nt. If there was someone who dared to enter the president's office without knocking, he wanted to know who that brave person was. Jean gently kissed Lilia's palm, causing the woman to quickly retract her hand.

He pulled Lilia closer in his arms and whispered in her ear, "Do you still regret it?"

Lilia, who didn't dare say any more regrets, just turned her face away without saying anything. She tried to get up from Jean's l.a.p, just as the office door swung open and a brave man walked in.

"President, the reporters have ... S-Sorry, sorry to bother you!" Kenny jumped in surprise when he saw the scene in front of him.

Lilia instantly froze on the spot as she tried to stand up. Her pride had been crushed! Even though she only sat on the man's l.a.p, it was embarrassing enough for her to be caught in such a position! What's more, they did it in the office, in such an important place!

Lilia hit Jean on the shoulder with full force, making the man frown with pain. Then she immediately got up and walked to the sofa. Lilia picked up the magazine that was lying on the table at lightning speed and flipped through the pages.

If it weren't for her flipping pages too quickly, Kenny might really have thought that the incident just now never happened.

Then Kenny felt his boss's knife-sharp gaze. He hurriedly lowered his head and cried in his heart. If he could erase the incident just now from his memory, he would definitely do that!

Behind the boss's desk, Jean looked closely at his assistant. His expression was calm, but his ice-cold aura seemed to be prickling Kenny. He said in a slow voice, "Remember to knock next time!"

Kenny quickly raised his head and gave a strong nod. But in his heart, he grumbled, "I've knocked three times already, didn't you hear it?"

But of course, he wasn't brave enough to say this directly to his boss. Not only would he lose his job — he might lose his head too!

Kenny breathed a sigh of relief when Jean stopped glaring at him. He immediately straightened up and gave his report. "President, the entertainment reporters had been expelled. I have also coordinated with the police station in their jurisdiction. If they come here again, they will immediately be removed on the pretext of disturbing public order."

"Very well, report received. You can go out now," Jean replied coldly.

Kenny blinked, was that all Jean was going to tell him? He chased away the group of reporters huddling around for more than five hours below, but his boss wouldn't give him a bonus?

When Jean saw Kenny standing at the door in a daze, the man's eyebrows raised. "Is there anything else?" He asked sharply.

Kenny hurriedly shook his head and left Jean's office with a sad face. Who could blame him? Whenever Jean was absent from the office, it's Kenny who took care of everything, no matter big and small. From calculating employee payrolls to doing the job the president left behind, Kenny did it all alone. If it went on like this, could he go out and start his own business?

However, before Jean's office door closed, Kenny glanced inside once again. After careful consideration, he decided to give up the idea of ​​starting a business.

If he started his own business, he probably wouldn't be able to make 5 billion in a year. On top of that ... Kenny was currently hitting on a female manager in the marketing department. If he stopped now, he would have no reason to approach that manager!