Although there was nothing wrong with her investing in her senior's company, as the company's potential and prospects were good and it wasn't a losing business deal, her motive, if it wasn't for justifiable use of wealth, made Yao Zibao's heart sink. He didn't want to become a victim of his own looks.
"What are you thinking?" Her voice clearly reached his ears, without the spoiled and unruly tone of a wealthy heiress, just a calm inquiry.
But to Yao Zibao, her question implied a degree of intimacy. Were they close? No, they had only once glimpsed each other from afar, and not even as acquaintances.
"Miss Isabella, please walk this way."
