Contract Marriage With Mysterious President novel Chapter 296

"Miss Newell, these are the three candidates we picked for the position of your assistant, for your information." This time the HR was smart enough to give Amy three choices.

Three handsome young lads stood before Amy.

One was strongly built, with muscles bulging through his shirt. He totally had the look of a body guard.

The second one was nothing special, but at least looked smart and bright.

The third one had the best face of the three, but was inferior in terms of physique, even appearing to be a bit weak.

Amy walked straight to the last one and looked straight in his eyes. The young man looked equally back at her without any fear.

"What's your name and your specialty? Judging from your body… do you think you can fight hard? You think you can handle this job?" Amy questioned the man.

"My name is Finnley Carr. My specialties fit everything you asked for this job. I hold a PhD in Finance, won championship in national-level Taekwondo competition and second place in kick-boxing. I might look a bit wiry but it does no impact on my fighting abilities." The man spoke with pride in his face.

"Impressive… then why would you come to our company? You have a financial doctorate, you could easily find a well-paid job anywhere. You do know that the salary of an assistant here is not very tempting, right?" Amy took an interest in nobody but him.

"I don't need to work for money." The answer drew everyone's attention: what for did he apply for this job then? As a matter of fact, the pay as an assistant in the Newell Group was far above average level in the industry, which was the reason why so many people casted their greedy eyes on it.

"Interesting. Well, I'm easy on things, except for your fighting skills. How about this? My office should be spacious enough. If you could beat the other two gentlemen here, you're hired." Amy gave no further words. She needed to see the real actions.

"Good! I'll mark your words." The Finnley guy brushed his cropped hair with a hand habitually, before taking off the suit jacket. A black T-shirt revealed underneath.

The other two had already had too much of his arrogance and were more than ready to teach him a lesson.

The HR manager was smart enough to step down to the side of the room, knowing that he would not be able to defend himself even should he be involved in the fight involuntarily.

Amy commanded a start and the strongest-built guy shot up to fight against Finnley. After a few rounds, before anyone could figure out what was going on, the strong man started to get irritated, because Finnley was simply too agile.

Suddenly while the strong man was unfocused for a second, Finnley shot him a hard kick and down went the muscled man.

"That's not OK. I didn't pay attention just now. We gotta do it again!" The muscled man clearly felt quite the shame of being defeated, since he was much taller than the small man in front of him.

"It's my turn." The other guy stepped up, but before long he was taken down as well. In fact these two men were both fairly good, but nowhere near Finnley's level.

"Not bad. You two stay too. I have looked at both of your profiles. Fabian Gordon, you graduated from the investigation faculty in police school. As for Otto Ellis, you're a retired soldier and passed CPA. Excellent. I need you both. Ms. Lloyd, please help them with the enrolment process. And Finnley, please stay." Amy sent Ms. Lloyd out with Fabian and Otto, and kept Finnley alone in her office.

The other two were fretting at first thinking they were out of the game. Neither of them would have expected that Amy would take all of them in the end.

"Finnley, come here and let me take a close look at you." Amy ordered Finnley to come right before her so she could scrutinize himself closely.

"Miss Newell, is there anything you're worried about?" Finnley stared back at Amy.

"Nothing. I just find you pretty and want to take another look. Alright, you can now go for the enrolment too." She was obviously very satisfied with this Finnley.

Finnley brushed his cropped hair one more time. Damn, it was so hard to get used to this new hair.

Amy arranged work for the three newbies. They would all work in the same office and be under direct leadership from Amy, having no contact with any other secretary in the company.

The sudden appearance of these three handsome men raised quite the admiration from single ladies within the company.

Every day, the number of women sneaking in just to see them went through the roof. Some of them were still single; others had already found their better half. Well, you can't blame them. These three gentlemen were simply very charming, especially Finnley. Despite the fact that he was shorter than the other two, it was undoubtedly he had the most beautiful face.

Finnley actually was as tall as 5'8''. It was the comparison with Fabian and Otto, both 6'1'', made him look like a dwarf.

"Mr. Finnley, I made sushi for you."

"Mr. Finnley, I made cake for you and it's really tasty." Just Finnley alone received plenty of food from these women every day, plus food for the other two, it was impossible to consume all of it in one single day.

"Finnley, do you think the three of us can open a little grocery store? We can sell everything we can't finish." Although Finnley beat Fabian and Otto both on the first day, he made up for it with constant gifts to them. Therefore the latter two were naturally much fonder of him.

"Good idea. But how do we find time to operate it? We'll go belly up by just selling these things." said Otto. It felt like a lot just to eat them, but too little for actually selling.

"You're both free tonight right? Let me buy you a drink." Finnley had no interest in those things. He was only obsessed with drinking – it was a pure enjoyment for him. No matter how much he'd drunk, he could always remain sober.

"Great. Let's get drunk tonight. Well… forget it. Only the two of us will, you, Finnley, I've never seen you drunk!" Fabian considered himself quite the drinker, but when Finnley was involved, he knew he didn't stand a chance.

"I haven't seen myself drunk either. I just don't react much to alcohol, which baffles me too. Maybe my body's just special." Finnley checked out the time, it was close to off-hours.

"Finnley, Miss Newell wants you." Before he could announce time off, the secretary came to fetch him.

"Alright, I'll be right there." Finnley shrugged at the other two. Well, the plan was off for tonight.