Contract Marriage With Mysterious President novel Chapter 301

Hilary, holding a bunch of flowers and a paper sack, came up to Finnley as soon as he sat down on his chair.

"Finnley, have you had breakfast yet? I bought you some. The steamed buns from the store I went to are very delicious." Hilary put down the sack on his desk.

"Miss, I've had breakfast. Thank you." Finnley frowned. ‘Who is she? Why does she bring me a bunch of flowers? I'm allergic to them.'

"Oh, well. It's OK. You can just throw it away. Where should I arrange the flowers?" Hilary was looking for a vase for the flowers she held in hand.

"This office is full of men. The existence of a vase is impossible. You can leave them at the door. I don't like anything irrelevant with work on my desk." Finnley turned down her goodwill indifferently.

Fabian and Otto was watching what was going on between them worriedly. ‘Doesn't he want to have a girlfriend? Although he is good-looking, it's insane to be so cold to a woman.

Hilary found it was true that nothing was on Finnley's desk and it was clean and neat. ‘He is such a macho!'

"OK, I will discard them if you don't like it. How masculine you are!" It was out of blue that Finnley's indifference increased Hilary's interests in him.

Daria walked in and realized what was happening here. ‘What a love fool Hilary is. But I must say that she has good taste.

Finnley was perfect in every aspect but being too thin. People would assume he was a sissy if he wasn't good at martial arts.

Daria handed out the files that she brought to Finnley, Fabian and Otto respectively.

Finnley started thinking how to send Hilary away as he received his files. He locked the files in the closet for secrecy first.

Then, he said to Hilary with a poker face, "Miss, please leave if there's nothing else I can do for you. I'm going to start working."

"Sure. My name is Hilary. Would you like to have a meal with me when you're free?" Leaving here was the last thing that Hilary wanted to do. She felt comfortable even just looking at this handsome guy.

"It's so nice of you to invite me to have a meal. But I don't have time for it. Sorry. Please leave." Finnley's dislike for her could be told from his expression.

Fabian and Otto traded glances with each other when hearing the name of Hilary. ‘Hilary, the daughter of the founder of HD Group?'

"OK. Sure. I will leave you alone. You will gradually realize that I will treat you well in the days to come." Hilary left smilingly, thinking that there was much time for her to chase this man.

Hilary was satisfied with talking with Finnley, even if he hadn't set eyes on her.

Finnley immediately went to make tea for Amy after Hilary left. The three of them in the office all could make tea well, but Finnley was the best of them. And today it was his turn to make tea, do the cleaning and put files in order.

Finnley began to clean the office after making tea. Amy had been in her office before Hilary came, so she saw it all.

"Finnley, did the miss came here for you?" Amy asked him.

"Yes." he didn't say much because he didn't take it as an honor being found by a woman in office hours.

"She always can't make right decisions. And she's extremely wrong this time. Anyways, just send her away and ignore her." Amy's words confused Finnley, but he agreed with the part suggesting to send her away.

After he meticulously cleaned Amy's office, Finnley set about putting files in order. He was the most effective in everything.

"Finnley, how old are you?" Amy suddenly asked him when he was bustling about his work in her office.

Finnley stopped sorting files and looked up at Amy. ‘Is it written in my resume?'

"Thirty." Finnley answered. He guessed she forgot it because she was too busy.

"You should find yourself a girlfriend since you have already been thirty." Amy sighed. Finnley was stunned. ‘What happened? Why is Miss Newell so sentimental today?'

Amy didn't continued but stared at the sky through the window. White clouds spread out over the blue sky. No wind blew outside. It annoyed people though it was a bright day in autumn.

‘Richard hasn't mentioned the cooperation even if the plan had been done. What does he plan for?'

"Miss Newell, the files have been sorted out. Let me water the gardenia. It's in full bloom." Finnley had special fondness of the gardenia on her desk. He was the person that looked after it most.

"OK. The tea tastes good. Did you learn how to make it from your family members or others?" Amy was drinking the tea Finnley made. The temperature was just right.

"I learned from my mother. She loved making tea, but she had passed away." Finnley turned sad when mentioning his mother.

"I'm sorry." Amy apologized for leading to his sore spot.

"It's OK. It has been a long time. I've got used to it. She went off when I was a child. I should go." Finnley left since he had done the work here.

While staring his slim figure, Amy was thinking about what he had been through. ‘I guess no one can live his live smoothly. Everyone has his own difficulties.'

‘What has Richard been doing? A week has passed since the plan was made. He has said a word about it, although he gave his approval for it.'

Amy couldn't wait anymore, so she called him.

"Hello, Miss Newell. What can I do for you?" This number of Richard was only open to Amy.

"Mr. Carter, the plan has been worked out. Do you have any advice on it? You can tell us, so we can improve it in time. It's autumn now. Rainfall is rare in this season. The work can start if everything is in place." Amy spoke out her thought.

Richard went silent. Of course he knew the fact that the autumn was a suitable season for construction. However, he was one of the major shareholders of HD Group and he was going to invest in another project, so HD Group had a tight budget.

Yet, Richard couldn't told Amy that the group was in financial strain. Richard had bragged about another project that he intended to invest in as if it would bring the group a flood of money, therefore, the board of directors all supported him.

So the project worked with Amy had been laid aside. That was why he didn't mention a word about it.