Chapter 59: The Devil

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Looking at the market, only the other three biggest firms could compete with his. Competitions were really few and far between.

As Yun Ruoxi came in, she happened to hear the statement and her expressions changed. As she saw Cheng Anyas gaze, she became a bit more resentful.

Yang Zekuns gentle gaze glided over the room, betraying a sense of danger. Third Young Master Ye, please do not worry about my girlfriend!

As long as she is my secretary, she is mine to manage. What will you do? Ye Chen sneered back and hugged Cheng Anyas waist. He brushed past Yang Zekun and went to greet Old Master Yang.

It was a pity such a spectacle ended this quickly. Rumors were rife that the girlfriend of the general manager of Yao Hua Enterprise was the secretary of MBS president, Ye Chen. So, Cheng Anya wasnt Ye Chens mistress, but Yang Zekuns girlfriend?

Goodness

The socialites murmured under their breath and gossiped about them. Cheng Anya undoubtedly became the most talked-about woman at the banquet.

Why, Ye Chen? Cheng Anya lowered her voice and looked toward Yun Ruoxi. Their gazes locked, and her heart was pounding. What had Ye Chen just said to Yun Ruoxi?

And what was with that necklace?

Why did you let me attend this banquet? Why am I carrying this Rose Tear? What do you want exactly?

Cheng Anya was not a fool. She sensed the odd atmosphere between Ye Chen and Yang Zekun.

What was Ye Chens feud with the Yang family all these years for? What was with the hatred that was occasionally expressed?

She found that Ye Chen had too many secrets, and she was unwillingly caught up in them.

She hated the feeling of being manipulated.

Ye Chen bowed his head, and his clean smell filled Anyas nose as he said, Miss Cheng, what do you think?

He clasped her waist with one hand, his head by her ear, and whispered softly. Ye Chen and Anya seemed so intimate!

Cheng Anya was touched by him, and her emotions rippled.

As Anya turned her head, she noticed his devilish gaze. His gaze, so deep, was like that of the devil. There was no warmth and within it was a hidden hatred that Anya could not understand.

All the warmth Anya experienced disappeared, as if she had plunged into frigid waters.

Ye Chen was really like the devil!