Chapter 200 (1/2)

This was a cafeteria with style. It was lavishly decorated with crystal chandeliers and ta.s.sel lamps. There was a huge waterfall wall and the intertwining lights emanated a romantic ambiance.

The entire restaurant was empty, and a man in a suit played a romantic medley on the piano on the small center stage.

In other words, this was a western restaurant suitable for dating couples.

The western restaurant was located in the heart of downtown. Traffic and people thronged floors below along City A’s famous car-free zone. Whilst the car-free zone bustled with life, the restaurant was extremely quiet yet comfortably serene.

It did not have the hustle and bustle of the floors below!

It could have been because there was n.o.body in the restaurant.

Cheng Anya mockingly smiled and knew that this was not a place where the typical commoner could afford to spend at. It would have cost quite a bit to book the entire restaurant. Why did he freaking spend the money rather than donate it? There were many people in the world who needed aid.

She did not enjoy the romantic ambiance of the restaurant a single bit, and Cheng Anya seemed to have been missing that neuron for romance. She was very displeased!

Louis, who was even more evil and overbearing than Third Young Master Ye, ignored her wishes and her struggles. What was even more infuriating was that it was as though his tender sentiments ent.i.tled him to the ‘most pa.s.sionate man award in the world’.

He caused all the female waitresses to look at him l.u.s.tfully whilst looking at each other as though the other had committed adultery with their spouses. Were they blind?

Were they so unhappy to see her?

As the sun set, it cast a faint orange glow onto the restaurant that made it even more attractive. The designer must have been a romantic as the restaurant had a poetic-like ambiance.

“This restaurant does not feel too bad, eh?” Louis smiled as he looked at Cheng Anya tenderly. “It is only open to special groups, and Miss Cheng should relax and enjoy it.”

Special groups?

Specially opened for the mafia? Cheng Anya pulled the corners of her lips. She would be better off not enjoying it.

“Mister Louis, do you think I look like I’m enjoying myself?” Cheng Anya smiled coldly as a hint of mockery flashed across her face. “You should bring somebody else here. A lame country b.u.mpkin like me would only compromise your standing.”

Cheng Anya felt she was going to die of embarra.s.sment as Third Young Master Ye was nothing short of mentally unsound. From today, he ordered the entire secretariat to dress as though they were old virgins—in conservative suits, hair which was tied into a bun, and wore an extremely conservative pair of black-framed gla.s.ses.

She was lucky as she was not spotted by going directly to the top floor from the bas.e.m.e.nt parking lot.

Liu Xiaotian and the other workers were out of luck as they were ogled like monkeys from the lift at the lobby. It so happened that all four of them arrived at the same time today. The typically competent, bright, and beautiful secretaries of the president suddenly standardizing their attires in such a cryptic manner sent the MBS employees into quite a shock.

Everybody thought the sun had risen from the west.

The department managers, a.s.sistant managers, and heads all took turns to come up to the secretariat today. The doc.u.ments which would typically have been delivered by the secretaries were brought up by the managers who had no qualms lowering their egos for want of appreciating the cryptic ambiance in the secretariat.

When she saw their shocked, perplexed, and vague gazes, Cheng Anya wanted to smack a piece of tofu onto Ye Chen’s face. He was not merely joking and really took action.

The entire MBS International was abuzz with the new image of the president’s sectaries.

The most saddening part was Ye Chen telling them that they would get an additional 20,000 RMB if they maintained this image for a month. While the secretaries lived with it for want of their benefits, Cheng Anya did not get to enjoy it.

Wow!

The gaze of the waitresses who entered seemed to say, “Where is this country b.u.mpkin from, and how could she manage to hit on such a hunk?”

“I will shoot whoever dares to say that!” Louis laughed gently. His tone was so gentle n.o.body could feel the murderous intent in it. Whoever heard the melancholic prince speak would always think he was merely joking.

Who would believe that such a melancholic prince would kill?

However, Cheng Anya could not overlook the murderous intent in his chatter. He was extremely serious!

The waitresses served each of them a top-grade steak.

As the fragrance of the steak leaped into their faces, its alluring l.u.s.ter made Cheng Anya, who was not hungry, hungry. Had it not been the revolting person sitting opposite her, she would have definitely enjoyed the steak.

“Mister Louis, why are you sparing no expense to have dinner with me?” Cheng Anya asked. She remained guarded against Louis due to his background in the Italian mafia.

His world was b.l.o.o.d.y, dark, and rife with murder… Such a person who came out of the coliseum was extremely terrifying and brutal. His world was too remote and too depraved to her for them to even have any interactions with each other.

“Anya, don’t you realize that I am chasing you?” Louis smiled gently whilst his melancholic gaze seemingly bewitched people. It was like a ray of light that wanted to draw her heart and body into him.

Restraint!

Cheng Anya mocked. This was her fortune!

“Mister Louis, I have a boyfriend!” Cheng Anya laughed plainly in mockery. “I believe that your appearance that day was not coincidental. It was also not coincidental that you wanted me to be your lover. I also believe that you know who I am. Do you think that I would trust you?”