Chapter 500 Distressed Xiong Mei! Does not need to be Canary anymore! Need Freedom? (2)

Reaching the Penthouse!

“Preserve this and keep exterior. Additionally, good work right this moment.” Zhang Wei extracted a thick stack of money from his stock and handed it to Anna as they paused exterior the luxurious entrance.

“Grasp—I did not do it for the cash; it is simply a part of my job.” Anna hesitated, making an attempt at hand the cash again, clearly uncomfortable.

The stack was substantial, simply tens of hundreds.

Zhang Wei raised an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of amusement and sternness. “You’re employed for cash, Anna. Do not play the martyr. So long as you are diligent, you will be compensated. Simply inform me subsequent time in the event you want one thing particular.” He insisted, his tone agency.

Anna’s reluctance was evident as she clutched the money.

Her ideas wrestled with the practicalities of her scenario. “I… perceive, Grasp Zhang. However I hope you understand my loyalty is not purchased—it is earned.” Reêadvert newest novels at novelhall.com

Zhang Wei smirked, “Loyalty, huh? Let’s examine about that.”

He slowly unbuttoned the highest button of her shirt, a deliberate and provocative gesture, and stuffed the money into the hole.

“…”

Anna stiffened, her face a masks of professionalism masking her discomfort. “Is there anything you want earlier than you go in…?” She requested.

Zhang Wei gave a brief nod, glad along with her response. “No, that can be all. Be sure that we’re not disturbed.” He turned and strode into the penthouse, leaving Anna to gather herself and resume her submit.

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As Zhang Wei open the door to the penthouse, his eyes rapidly modify to the dim ambiance, taking within the smooth, trendy furnishings that crammed the house.

To his aspect, a grand, unlit chandelier hangs silently above a big, glass eating desk surrounded by high-backed chairs.

Straight forward, the open-plan kitchen’s marble counter tops and stainless-steel home equipment gleam faintly at nighttime.

To a different aspect, the lounge comes into his focus, the place a single lamp casts a gentle glow on a woman curled up underneath a blanket on an expensive sectional couch.

She was sitting blankly as a film enjoying on the massive flat-screen TV, which casts dynamic shadows throughout the polished hardwood flooring and the sparse, tasteful decorations that line the partitions.

“Huh?”

She spun round because the creak of the door echoed ominously by means of the room.

Her eyes flickered, struggling to regulate within the darkness the place solely the flickering mild from the tv danced throughout her face.

“Hey, what occurred? You’ll be able to inform me about it…” He positioned his hand gently underneath her chin, lifting her face to look into her eyes.

Seeing her blurry, tear-filled eyes, Zhang Wei’s coronary heart tightened. “Meimei, in the event you do not inform me what is going on on, I’d simply should throw you into the pool subsequent,” he joked flippantly, making an attempt to coax a smile from her as he wiped away her tears together with his fingers.

Pfttt..

Xiong Mei, sniffling, rubbed her eyes and broke right into a weak smile. “What are you saying? I do not like swimming pools…” she muttered softly.

Zhang Wei could not assist however smile at her mild protest. Rigorously, he helped her again onto the sofa she had been sitting on, conscious that it’d tip over if he did not stabilize it rapidly.

Circling round to the entrance, he gently pulled her towards him by the waist, noting the softness underneath his fingers. However seeing her face, simply moments away from crumbling into tears once more, he sighed deeply.

“Zhang Wei…” Her lips quivered as she pressed her head towards his chest, in search of consolation in his presence.

As Xiong Mei wriggled out of his embrace, Zhang Wei was stunned. “Give… give me a minute,” she muttered, locking eyes with him as she freed herself from his grasp and grabbed her telephone.

Turning away, she walked off, leaving Zhang Wei puzzled.

Grabbing her telephone, she turned and walked away briskly.

“Hmm?” Zhang Wei raised an eyebrow, interested by her sudden want for house, however she rapidly returned.

A minute later, she reappeared, clutching a number of objects in her hand.

Her eyes regarded weary regardless of the pressured smile on her face. Her lengthy hair cascaded superbly down her again, complementing her skinny, free white high with full sleeves and a mini skirt.

Her posture was swish, her legs straight and slender.

Zhang Wei’s eyes unintentionally swept over her, noting the refined curves of her waist—delicately skinny but softly rounded in simply the precise locations.

She appeared to have gained somewhat weight since they’d first met, filling out her body to a gentle and ideal contact.

However his curiosity peaked as he seen she had introduced over her purse, keys, and playing cards.

“Why did you deliver all this? Are you going someplace?” Zhang Wei requested, his voice tinged with concern and curiosity, as he tried to grasp her sudden change in conduct and look.

Simply then, Xiong Mei, her gaze full of a mixture of difficult feelings, prolonged her hand in direction of him.

In her grip had been the keys to a penthouse, her telephone, purse, and several other playing cards.

Zhang Wei, startled by her sudden gesture, turned to her with a mixture of confusion and concern. “What is going on on?”