Chapter 8 Wait for You in the Underground Parking Lot
Chapter 8 Wait for You in the Underground Parking Lot
The only difference with Special Forces was his eyes. The eyes of Special Forces were firm, resolute,
and inviolable. And his eyes...
Sophia remembered that she had seen a picture of an iceberg on the Internet before. The iceberg was
floating on the sea, with one third of it showing above the water, pleasing to eyes. Two-thirds or more
lurked beneath the bottomless water, deep and terrifying. A ferocious water monster might come and
devour you.
This man’s eyes were like the two thirds of the iceberg below the water, making people freezing.
“...President.”
Someone shouted. The people of public relations department immediately put the cake on the table,
wipe their mouth and fingers with tissue and stood seriously in the office.
Sophia had a mouthful of cake in mouth and had not chewed yet. The soft bread, sweet cream and a
cherry were all in the mouth. She had to swallow them together with cherry pit.
The cherry was not very big, but her throat was too small for her to take bigger pills. When she
swallowed it, it got stuck in her throat and she couldn’t help coughing.
Stephen Berry the president frowned looking at her coughing with cream on her mouth.
She coughed several times and finally spat out the cherry. Sophia held the cherry in hands, raised her
hand to wipe the cream on mouth, stood there with her head lowered slightly, looking at that pair of
valuable white leather shoes.
When Sophia was looking at Stephen’s shoes, Stephen was looking at her.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.
She was tall and slim, wearing ordinary kitten heel sandals. She looked graceful in that knee-length
skirt.
She had probably been in prison for a long time, so her skin was darker than the average woman’s,
and her fingers were thicker, and there were a thin callus on them.
Stephen’s eyes fell on her face: Her features were exquisite, eyes, nose and mouth were classic. Her
eyes had been darkened, but they were brightened by the lively atmosphere in the office.
Jennifer Davies, manager of the public relations department, came over and said, “President, why are
you here? Do you have any orders?”
Stephen did not answer her. He stretched out his brows, hiding the disgust, reached out his hand and
took a paper bag from the assistant beside him, and handed it to Sophia.
“I’ll wait for you in the underground parking lot after work today.”
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving people who were in astonishment.
The public relations department became noisy after a moment of silence.
“Sophia, what’s the relationship between you and the president? Are you his girlfriend?”
“When did you and the president meet? When did you start your relationship? We knew nothing about
it!”
“This dress is the latest from Chanel! And the shoes! So beautiful! I’ve seen these shoes in a
magazine. It is expensive!”