Marrying MR Billionaire

licked the swollen corner of her mouth with her tongue, her voice raspy. "Speak." "The Horton family appears prestigious, but their inner strife has been intense over the year

erated her, and now, she was shameless enough to impersonate a courier to disturb him. Harry's expression turned sour, and he called over two bodyguards. "What's happening? Can anyone come to the top floor without getting their identity checked? Get her out immediately!" Lyra's face remained calm, "What do you mean? Is Horton Group looking down on couriers?" Harry sneered, "Still trying to play the victim? We respect every job, but are you really a courier?" "Yes, I am." "Do you think I'll believe this nonsense? If you are a courier, do you have a work permit?" Just as Harry finished speaking, a work permit was thrust into his hands. Lyra almost laughed, "Of course, I do." Harry was baffled. His face froze for a moment. He then chuckled, thinking he had figured it out. "You probably just registered today, didn't you?" The work permit was opened, and the registration date was marked clearly. Harry was stunned. "Eight years ago?" Was she really a courier? "Is it prohibited to work and study at the same time?" Lyra said lazily, addressing the person at the other side of the door. "Mr. Horton, are you ready to let me do my work now?" A steady voice came from inside the room, "Let her in." Lyra gave Tom a provoking glance. He was about to burst with rage when she bypassed him and entered. Dean's office was decorated in a simple yet luxurious style. The black, white, and gray color scheme imparted the room with a cold vibe. He sat behind his expansive desk, his black shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal a slender and muscular forearm. He had a pen in his hand. After signing the document in his hand, Dean's finally looked up, his dark eyes revealing no emotion. Lyra pointed to the delivery form. "Mr. Horton, please sign here." Her fingers were fair and slender, with a light layer of calluses on the tips, but the strength they showed was beautiful. It was just like herself. She seemed frail yet always held her back straight. Dean's eyes lingered on the swollen corner of her lips for a moment before he took the pen to sign. Just then, Lyra suddenly spoke, her words shocking, "Mr. Horton, you're not married, are you?" He stopped writing and suddenly looked up. His chilly and penetrating gaze locked on her, and an intangible pressure o