Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Frightened, Sarah looked at Sandy's smiling face. Her nerves were constantly on edge..

She was nervous.

"Is it grandpa who told you?"

Seeing Sarah's disbelief, Sandy smiled, took out his mobile phone, clicked on the screen, and then handed his phone to her, "You can listen to this."

It was a recording. After clicking it, in a moment, the sonorous voice of the old man appeared with some vicissitudes.

The way she looked at him had changed. "It's really grandpa."

"So Mrs. Andrew, you don't have to worry. In the company, I'll call you Miss Sarah. Privately, I'll respect the rules that the master told me. You are our CEO's wife." When listening to his words, she felt a little bit stressed.

"I won't ask you to call me any name. I just hope that other people won't know about it. That's enough."

She still wanted to escape in the future. If she was labeled with the name of Andrew, it would be hard to tear off for the rest of her life.

"Don't worry, madam, it will never happen, I promise." Sandy declared.

Sarah breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his extremely firm eyes.

After a brief handover, Sandy told Sarah about some of the work she needed to do.

All of the work was very simple such as copying documents and transferring materials to other departments.

But this made Sarah feel uncomfortable.

It was almost like doing chores like serving tea and pouring water.

She had to learn something useful. What was the use of these when she went out?

"Mr. Wilson, is this what grandpa asked me to do?"

"Of course, I dare not refuse the order given by the master."

Obviously, Sandy also noticed Sarah's surprised attitude towards the job.

She paused for a moment, not eager to say anything.

Do everything from the lowest level. Who could foresee what would happen in the future. Don't worry, just do it slowly.

As a deputy secretary, it was happy to serve tea to the people inside.

When she was abandoned in her imagination, the elevator door opened. The sound was abrupt, and the two people's eyes looked at the door's direction.

The dark gray luxurious suit was cut appropriately. The man walked on the expensive leather shoes, and stretched his hand in the trouser belt. His eyes were shocked. Step by step, the handsome and cold man stopped.

His deep eyes were like the blackest obsidian stones underneath the sea. They almost instantly flashed a cold light and locked on Sarah.

Probably, neither of them expected to meet like this in the company.

"Mr. Andrew."

Sandy greeted Andrew. He coughed softly for a few times, and glanced at Sarah with some hints.

The woman's surprised eyes fell on Andrew's suit. Her elegant eyebrows frowned.

Andrew twisted his neck and pulled his tie. He looked into her eyes with the movements full of impatience.

"Why are you here?" The voice was low, deep, and had no temperature.

Obviously, the old man didn't tell him about it.

"Mr. Andrew, I will be your secretary in the future." Sarah answered.

Andrew's action stopped for a while.

Her lips and tongues were against her gills. She didn't know what was in his deep black pupils and he was quietly staring at her.

After a few seconds, he suddenly came to her side shoulder. The cold wind was inexplicably blowing.

The extremely dangerous and abominable words suddenly burst out of his mouth, which was like weapons, "Who asked you to be my secretary?"