At this time, George had just returned to the office after visiting the institute.

He hadn't been here in a long time, and he was probably the most incompetent boss in the country.

From the opening of the company to the present, there are only a handful of times when he appears in the chairman's office.

Lying leisurely in the comfortable boss chair, his feet on the desk tapping rhythmically.

Enjoying this rare leisure time, what he has experienced this year.

I have caught up with all the experiences of my previous life, looking at the busy company employees in the office hall through the glass curtain wall.

Without pride, admiring the country he has beaten down.

But now is not the time to enjoy, he is not strong enough to taste the fruits of victory without scruples.

Xu Wenwu of the Ten Rings Gang let him know that he can't underestimate the extraordinary power of this world.

The Marvel Universe itself is strange, and I don't know that there is a hidden master hidden in that chicken foot.

Including those extraterritorial civilizations, with his current stock of Saint Seiyas, he can't crush the other party.

After his return, the U.S. military has already settled the balance of the last payment.

Now in the system warehouse, close to $20 million in deposits.

The company's liquidity, he did not plan to use, with the company's current rapid development.

is very short of liquidity, one or two ten consecutive draws, and it is also very good to make up a complete character card.

It's better to save money, and when the time comes, there will be a big wave.

By the time Las Vegas is completed next year, he'll be worrying about cash flow.

Just as he was leisurely thinking about his next steps, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

A delicate face peeked out of the crack in the door. "Boss, Ms. Whitney has come for you. Do you want to see it? ”

"Let her come here!"

After George finished speaking, he continued to maintain this position, and did not intend to change his sitting position for the upcoming guests.

The familiar sound of heels came as Whitney walked in with her bumpy body.

Attract the attention of several American otaku in the office hall.

She changed her simple dress in the club just now, and looked charming in a black backless dress.

Exudes the panache of a Hollywood star.

She thought about rushing over to report the situation as soon as possible, even though there were still a few days before the deadline given to her by those old things.

But she couldn't wait to see the devil in her heart, and spent an hour dressing up carefully.

"If people knew that the famous Sanctuary boss in Europe was in this posture, it would probably make ordinary people's eyes fall to the ground." Whitney walked in and closed the door with her high heels.

Then leaning against the door, he smiled and spoke.

George didn't seem to see her deliberately momentarily bewitching posture, and just withdrew his gaze with a simple glance.

"Is there something wrong? Come out if it's okay, don't delay my rest, and come back in when you think of it. ”

The cold words instantly made Whitney, who was originally smiling, fall somewhere, and a wave of anger surged.

Just as he was about to snatch the door out, he just put his hand on the doorknob and looked back at George, who was there with the old god.

Remembering the situation of that night, a strange feeling arose.

She stopped what she was doing, her big eyes filled with mist. Some frustrated openings

"Boss, I have something important to report to you."

George looked at the aggrieved Baba, and wondered if it was too much just now.

Anyway, the other party is also a big star, and he came all the way to report the information.

So he put away his cold expression and motioned to her to continue.

"Boss, those old Hydra creatures want me to invite you to talk about cooperation. Calvin is probably afraid that the assassination of you will be exposed, and he will encourage them to deal with you."

Whitney saw the change in George's expression, and she still looked a little sad just now.

Gently returning, he slowly came behind him.

George couldn't help but admire, he deserves to be a big star, and he has nothing to say about his acting skills.

However, when he saw her walking behind him, he had goosebumps all over his body in the posture of a little woman, and he couldn't figure out her intentions so he had to ask out loud.

"What are you doing?" , but the momentum is a little weaker than at the beginning.

When Whitney heard him, she knew that the boss wasn't angry at her.

So she was even more daring, she was dressed up carefully not to come over and say a sentence and leave.

"Boss, I see you're too tired, help you get a massage." Her long, fair, slender jade fingers pressed lightly against George's temples.

The cold touch came from his head, making George shiver, and then there was a feeling of comfort.

As if relieved of his fatigue, he saw that Whitney did not act out of the ordinary.

And it was really comfortable, so it didn't stop her.

After all, if someone under her does something, you must give her a little reward.

"Boss, when are you going to go to the appointment!"

George closed his eyes and enjoyed the massage of the popular Hollywood actress to relax, listening to the crisp and gentle voice in his ears.

He didn't even open his eyes, and replied indifferently, "Wait for Ophelia and them to come back from Europe."

"After all, if you want to control the Ninth Council, you still need a reasonable excuse, and Ophelia's identity is the best cover."

"Push it on your shoulder, yes, right here."

Whitney heard his answer, and did not continue to speak. It seems that his boss already has a complete plan.

At the same time, his hands were not idle, and his hands kept roaming over him according to his instructions.

Seeing him enjoying himself with his eyes closed, she made a bold decision with a flushed face.

I was also nervous to death, for fear that the boss would be angry at that time.

She slowly lowered her head, pressed her ear against George, and whispered, "Boss, where else needs to be pressed." ”

I don't know how long it took, but George left the office relaxed.

Behind him was Whitney, whose cheeks were flushed, after satisfying the group photo request of several corporate star chasers.

The two opened the company's headquarters together, in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

Instead of sending her home, George let her drive away by himself.

Under her reluctant gaze, George did not hesitate to get into the car driven by Odysseus.

As the car started, Whitney stomped her foot hard and drove away.

He was a little relieved, and sure enough, the women who could act were all goblins.

Fortunately, I kept the bottom line in the office just now, otherwise I would have been yin and yang by the female banshee.

But he really couldn't figure out why the women who had passed through his illusion were not very good at their brains.

So did Ophelia, and so did Whitney. I'm afraid that not all women have the attribute of shaking M.

The problem is that this is an illusion fist, not a Dao heart demon.

It seems that in the future, this trick will be used less for women.