The President’s Stubborn Love

Andrew raised his eyebrows slightly and dryly took out his pen and signed his name, “That’ll do.”

Sherry froze, “Don’t you need to see it?”

Andrew squeezed her wrist first, with an unprecedented sense of oppression in his gaze, and said straight away, “Are you still going back to Night Group this afternoon?”

“That, depending on the time, if it’s too late, you can just leave work.”

“Then the rest of the time, leave it to me.”

“Huh?” Sherry didn’t react for a moment and the man was already being pulled up by him.

Andrew dumped the contract on his assistant, “Push off all your schedules for today.”

“But Andrew, you have a very important business meeting tonight …” The assistant hadn’t finished her sentence and Andrew was already walking into the lift with Sherry in tow.

“Haven’t seen such an uncool side to Andrew, are those rumors true? He’s after this assistant Shen, right?”

An employee came up, “Otherwise Andrew wouldn’t have given up competing with Night Group at the last bidding session.”

Sherry stood in the lift with a question mark on her face, “Where are we going?”

“Taking you to relax.” Andrew responded freely, a deep smile on his face.

Over the next few hours, Andrew took her on a tour of the luxury shops in town, buying her several dresses, as well as bags and make-up.

Sherry kept shaking her head no, “I don’t really need these.”

But Andrew only said in a soft voice, “You’re in Night Group now and you’re Aaron’s assistant, your every move is under the spotlight and dressing too casually will get you bullied.”

He said, pointing to two more business suits, “Take her size and wrap it right up.”

“Yes, sir.” The shop assistant immediately began to pack.

Sherry sighed and had to admit that Andrew was right.

Why did Nola dare to set her up again and again? It was because she had the Garcia Family behind her and she had nothing.

A little dejected, Sherry hung her head, her voice a little humbled, “I’ll pay you back in instalments when I get paid.”

Andrew stepped back, “Who said you had to pay it back?”

His eyes were mature and deep, “You always helped me before, now, it’s my turn to help you, this is nothing to me, since you want to stay in Night Group, I will do my best to help you.”

Sherry was in a bit of a trance for a moment.

But Andrew was already heading for the next shop.

She hurriedly trotted to keep up, “No need to buy, there’s enough.”

And at that moment, the news that Andrew had taken Sherry shopping in a luxury shop reached Aaron’s ears.

Eral had been given orders to report everything Sherry had done to Aaron, so naturally this was part of the report.

Just as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Eral regretted them.

He shouldn’t have described it so meticulously, and his own president’s face wouldn’t have looked so ugly.

Just sitting in Aaron’s hand was a fax from the hospital; Monica’s trance had tended to increase in frequency this month and the doctor was deliberating whether to up the sedative trick.

While Monica is suffering from mental anguish, Sherry is out dating other men? And enjoying the treatment she doesn’t deserve.

“Sherry, you’re quite something.”

Because he didn’t want to go back to him, he relied on Andrew.

Good, very good.

His fingers pressed hard against the pen in his palm and, snapping, the body broke in two.

An hour later, Sherry was returned home by Andrew.

“Thank you, they are expensive and I will take my time returning them to you later.” Sherry still insisted that she couldn’t ask for his gift for nothing.

A darkness swept across the bottom of Andrew’s eyes.

But soon, he smiled and nodded, “Okay, pay it back slowly and I’ll give you interest on it.”

“I’ll go up first then, you be safe on the way.”

Sherry waved her hand and walked in with the bag.

Andrew gripped the steering wheel for a long time before stepping on the accelerator.

Shortly after he left, Aaron’s car pulled into the neighborhood, and then Sherry’s phone rang.

When he picked up, it was the man’s cold voice, “Sherry, come downstairs, work late.”

Sherry muttered in a small voice all the way through.

The man sat with a cold face next to him, a coldness radiating around him.

“Mr. Swift, at last.” Waiting for them at the entrance to the clubhouse was a large, pot-bellied man who was all smiles and flattery at the sight of Aaron.

Aaron, with little expression, strides inside.

Sherry followed right behind him.

“Mr. Swift, everything has been arranged for Vic in the upstairs elegant room as you ordered, but he has had a lot to drink and still refuses to let go of the contract and must … have someone with him.”

That’s a pretty subtle way of putting it.

He spoke, and glanced over at Sherry, “Maybe, if your assistant goes to talk, you can talk it out.”

Sherry’s heart stuttered and she subconsciously ducked back.

If she had known that Aaron was bringing her to this kind of place for a social occasion, she would never have come.

Aaron gave Sherry a cold sweep and said casually, “She can’t.”

Having said that, he stepped into the lift.

The others rushed to follow, and Sherry bit the corner of her lip, not daring to say more.

In the elegant room, Vic cursed, “What a shitty place, call your manager over, I have plenty of money …”

Sherry was afraid to go any further and stood back.

But someone pushed her, and she stumbled forward a few steps.

Vic took one look at her and rushed straight towards her like a scoundrel, “She’s the one, I’ll sign her up if she plays with me, right now, go get me a room.”

With a fat face and a wicked grin, he reached out to grab Sherry.

Immediately she had to hide.

The foot backed up and stepped hard on Aaron.

Sherry turned her head in bewilderment, only to see a cold look on his face and no intention of speaking up to stop the other man.

In my ear, Vic’s shameless words, “How old are you, little beauty? Have you got a boyfriend?”

Sherry shuddered; she could not wait to cut the man’s hands off.

But the man standing opposite her just watched, watched as she was insulted.

Tears welled up in her eyes indefensibly and she desperately tried to struggle, “Let go.”

“You, you got a temper!” Vic seemed to get even more excited and grabbed Sherry, about to hold her in his arms, “Come on over, I’ll give you lots of stuff.”

“I don’t want it, let go of me.”

In full view of everyone, this man had no idea of restraint.

Sherry looked up in the direction of the doorway, wondering how she was going to run out, but just in time, she saw a face she had seen before.

A flash of light, but she saw it so clearly that there could be no mistake.

That’s Nola’s driver.

How could it be such a coincidence?

In his desperation, Sherry yanked up the glass ashtray on the table and smashed it down on the fat man’s head.

Bam.

The other man was caught off guard and hit on the head, blood running down his forehead.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Don’t you … dare you hit me!”