Her Wicked Ceo (Abigail and Liam)

Liam frowned unhappily as he stood behind and watched Abigail strut out.

Although it was the truth, he was still rather irritated.

Irritated indeed.

When Abigail walked out of the conference room, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

If she hadn't said that, Liam would have continued to ask.

The thing was that Liam didn't know he was her ex-husband.

But it might be better if he knew, then she didn't need to be so worried. At this point, Liam still didn't remember. It seemed that he had really forgotten her.

Thinking of this, Abigail felt a little uncomfortable.

It didn't feel so good, being forgotten.

However, she felt more relaxed, which was best for her.

Therefore, in the next two days, Abigail and Liam never met again. Abigail devoted herself to her work, preparing for the competition while working on Dennis’ proposal, rather fulfilling.

She felt easier and more delighted when she didn't need to face Liam.

One day.

At the Swift Group, Jacob's office.

"Mr. Swift, you have a visitor." The secretary looked at him and said.

"Who!"

"Miss Olive Miller." The secretary said.

Hearing this, Jacob frowned and looked at the secretary. "Let her in.”

The secretary nodded and walked out.

Jacob was still wondering what Olive was doing here. They really didn't know each other very well. Just as he was thinking, the door was pushed open and Olive came in.

She was wearing a black and white dress, three-inch heels, a Chanel bag in her hand, and her hair was flowing down her back, completely an air of a noble young lady.

In fact, Olive was quite good-looking. After all, she came from a big family, which guaranteed her good look and temperament.

"Mr. Swift.” When Olive saw Jacob, she smiled. Olive was a woman who knew her way around. No matter who she was facing, she could always behave properly.

"Miss Miller, what brought you here?" As he spoke, Jacob pressed the inside line. "Mary, bring in two coffee.”

"Yes, Mr. Swift."

After that, Jacob hung up the phone and looked at Olive. "Miss Miller, please have a seat.”

Olive made herself at home. She sat there with her legs crossed, full of pride and elegancy.

"I wonder what Miss Miller wants from me." Jacob looked at Olive and said. His intuition told him that she was definitely not just stopping by.

"Why? Am I not welcomed here!"

"If so, the secretary wouldn't tell you I'm available, let alone inviting you in,” Jacob said.

Hearing this, Olive smiled. "Mr. Swift, I can see that your company has been doing well in the past two years."

Jacob nodded. "If Miss Miller has anything to say, just say it. We are too young for beating around the bush.”

Hearing what he said, Olive paused. Since he had already said so, she didn't have to be indirect. "Since Mr. Swift said so, I will go straight to the point. I came to see you because I have a deal for you.” Olive said.

A deal?

Hearing that, Jacob raised an eyebrow. "I'm all ears.”

He wanted to know what kind of deal she was talking about.