Mr. President, Please Love Me

erately wanted to get out of this situation. Come on, she was here only fo

a nice talk?" If the tough means d

y bought neither of those t

her foot and kick him, but he grabbed her feet pr

This charge can be severe." The

e did not know whether the sight fell on the right place:

me to rescue you after all." Because all he

ugh, no one ou

eamed again, st

ng too noisy. Then he covered her mouth with one hand

ke a sound. Somebody hel

or a moment and said in a fa

So, let me go, she

irst sight." He

'm obviously

face of

out in pain, hi

not expect that she was carried back by a big hand like a chicken within two steps. With h

ns to be too feeble to truss a c

call the police on you, you pervert!" Ma

m me with this face?" His fingers traced her cheeks whos

is Raymond Group: "I am sorry. Just let me go, I won't tell anyone that you escaped into here.

a Evans jolted and decided to repeat the same trick once a

nd was released, Martha Evans dashed ou

m and back of his hand, let

s chased by a monster. She hailed a taxi at hand and jump

and drew a cold breath: ''President, who would dare

round his hand twice without frowning, "Get

glasses on the table, "Okay." Th

manager of HR depa

Pres

Raymond Group, typing on her keyboard constantly. Before going off work, she h

could get employed. The day after she met the madman on the 58th floor and ran away, Martha Eva

ed a call the next day info