The President’s Stubborn Love

Aaron wrinkled his brow with a chill.

Eral stood by and carefully inquired, “Mr. Swift, still going in?”

With Aaron’s status, it’s very, well, degrading to come to a place like this.

“Knock on the door.”

He came to settle things.

What’s more, it’s not as if he hasn’t had his share of hard times, and those times as a child are still fresh in his mind.

It’s just that if he doesn’t say anything, no one will know what he, Ji Shao, has been through.

Eral hung his head in response and immediately went over to knock on the door.

But before he could drop his hand, the door opened.

Sherry’s head was tilted slightly against the door frame, her clear eyes shimmering a little, and the reflection of the cramped cottage behind her made her look like a Cinderella who had fallen to earth and was to be cherished.

Anyone who looked at her would have felt sorry for her plight. A shining girl like her should not be in such a place.

Even though Aaron was used to seeing all the ladies of the city, Sherry’s appearance struck a chord in his heart.

Just as soon as she opened her mouth, the man instantly calmed down.

“Mr. Swift is so slow in coming, the tea is getting cold.”

With an air of indifference, she moved halfway to the side, “Eral, I need to talk to your Mr. Swift alone, so don’t come in here.”

She has a small space here, and in case she argues with Aaron, she will be too disadvantaged if two men block her alone.

She doesn’t sound like she has a problem with that, but those sly y eyes are so agile that they make someone wary.

Aaron, for example, smiled coldly at this point and stepped inside.

“Eral, meet me at the door.”

He would never fall into Sherry’s trap.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

The man’s expression was as cold as Sherry could see, and she walked straight to the low table and poured out the cold tea on the table.

Then a glass of plain water was poured for Aaron.

“Excuse me, Mr. Swift, the last of the tea is gone from the house.” She pushed her cup forward, “You’ll have to make do.”

Aaron’s eyes then fell on the simple and worn furniture set up next to him.

Needless to say, Sherry’s situation is a little worse than he thought.

“It’s not nice to move out of Swift Family and into a place like this, is it?” He was intent on pissing her off.

It seems to be an attempt to make Sherry understand that even being a captive bird by his side is a hundred times better than going against him.

Unfortunately, Sherry doesn’t eat that.

The more he wanted to see her beg for mercy and submit, the more she had to fight for herself.

A grin plastered on his small face and he shook his head, “Freedom is priceless.”

Aaron looked at her face, only to find the smile unbearably harsh, and his mood grew worse, saying harshly, “What do you know about Jefferson? Make me an offer, I want all those things you have.”

Sherry tsked.

“That’s very generous of Mr. Swift, but I’m not going to ask for money.” Sherry tilted her head, her palm against her chin, her fingers tapping her cheek in a harmlessly romantic manner, but her words were unmistakably firm, “I want your side, a bona fide assistant position.”

Since Aaron is suspicious of her, she simply plays it out and shows Aaron that she has evidence of Jefferson’s collusion with a competing company.

Aaron sniffed and his brow knitted tighter.

Then, with a disdainful smile, “You said you didn’t join Night Group for me, that’s a good trick.”

“Whatever you think, I just want a definite position, not something like what I’m doing now, where I’m too tired to do the daily chores of cleaning.” Sherry cocked her head sideways, already certain that Aaron was bound to say yes.

The man’s gaze settled on her with more than a few mixed emotions.

But he still denied it in a cold voice.

“You can’t afford the job, change the terms.”

His tone revealed a thick displeasure, and as Sherry knew him well, this was the critical moment when his patience was running out.

In the past, when she was still trapped in Swift Family, she would hide her undeserved intentions and go all out to please him.

This is something that Aaron has in mind.

So he couldn’t help but feel a little better when he saw Sherry’s slightly contemplative look.

Even if three years have passed, so what if she fights to escape him again, it’s still …

Before he could stop thinking, Sherry’s rhetorical question rang in his ears, “How do you know it won’t work if you haven’t tried it?”

A word that completely provoked the anger in the man’s eyes, “Sherry, you should know my temper, I’ll give you one last chance to hand over all those messy things to me.”

His threatening voice entered his ears harshly.

Sherry bit the corner of her lip obstinately, the tips of her fingers clasped her palm, and half-heartedly returned, “I’ve made my terms very clear, too… big deal, the fish is dead.”

Her lip was bitten through by herself.

The faint taste of blood spreads in the mouth.

Stimulating Sherry’s senses and tastebuds.

She didn’t dare to look back after all, and she didn’t know whether Aaron’s tolerance had reached its upper limit on this day, or whether Sherry’s luck was too good.

He slammed the door and left before throwing down the words, “I’ll see if you can last the week.”

The broken door of the room made an almost shattering sound, followed by the sound of the two men’s footsteps fading away.

Sherry sat in her room and heaved a sigh of relief.

She knew that the fabricated lie wouldn’t last long, whether it was the trumped-up woman or the fact that she had evidence of Jefferson in her possession, and once Aaron saw through it, there was no way she could end it.

But it was all she could do, break the ice.

Inside the car.

“Starting tomorrow, everything Sherry does will be arranged by you, just like everyone else.”

Eral froze for a couple of seconds and immediately responded.

“Yes, Mr. Swift.”

Eral replied, “Also, Nola has just asked you to dinner tonight, at that spa hotel.”

Aaron frowned outright.

“Go to the office.”

Eral would agree and quickly turned Nola back, citing Aaron’s busy schedule.

Garcia Family.

Both Amanda and Gregorio are annoyed to see Aaron send his assistant to deal with Nola.

“How dare that boy do that to you!” Gregorio stood up, “Wait at home, I’m going to go over there and settle the score with him, so he knows that the Garcia Family is not to be trifled with.”

“Brother … maybe, he’s really too busy.” Nola hung her head, reluctantly though, but she had a guilty conscience and didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.

Next to him Amanda broke in, “Nola, your brother is right this time, there are some things that Aaron needs to understand, you married him, down, not up, and that woman by his side needs to be dealt with sooner rather than later.”

Nola hesitated, Gregorio was already rushing out the door over there and she just had to follow.

Half an hour later, Gregorio barged into Aaron’s office with Nola in tow.

“You guys get out first.”

Aaron sat at his desk and put down the papers in his hands, looking at the two men with a colder and colder gaze.

Gregorio took a few steps forward and slapped it on the table, “Aaron, who are you to leave my sister out, you think you can hug her left and right and leave her out of the picture because you’re secure in your position as president of Night Group?”

Aaron’s eyes sank, unruffled.