Feifei Owen saw that this person was saying sorry, but didn’t show the slightest attitude of apology, which made her even more displeased. Her pretty, high-bridged nose wrinkled slightly—this was definitely not just because he’d had too much to drink, right? Even with the unpleasant smell of smoke and alcohol mixed together, she could still distinguish at least two kinds of perfume on him: Chanel’s COCO and Dior’s Midnight Poison.

These are two of the more popular perfumes, and their scents are decent, but they’ve already become overwhelmingly common among female white-collar workers. Feifei Owen’s face remained expressionless, but her sense of disgust increased even more.

The woman in front of him was indeed quite attractive, and her attire was very formal and appropriate. With a fair, delicate oval face framed by black-rimmed glasses, she exuded a kind of cool, intellectual beauty. However, Henry Walker really couldn’t muster any interest in pursuing her. After a night of pointless running around, he was nearly drained. Besides, for Henry Walker, sex was just one way to vent and indulge himself—what mattered was mutual consent and playing along for fun.

This woman was beautiful, yes, but far too cold—definitely not someone easy to conquer. What’s more, if he really did get involved with her, it might end up backfiring and causing endless trouble for himself. Henry Walker was no longer at the stage where the harder a woman was to win over, the more it would ignite his fighting spirit and desire to conquer.

Still, to be fair, this woman did have good taste. As for the décor—well, how to put it—it was just a bit too much. Everything was understated, yet it clearly showed her taste was worlds apart from ordinary people.

“You’re called Henry Walker?” Feifei Owen finally lost a bit of her composure when she saw him leisurely looking around, scrutinizing her carefully arranged decorations with a critical eye. She asked in a very calm tone.

“Yeah, ‘Wang’ with three horizontal strokes, and ‘Yong’ as in ‘mediocre’.” Henry Walker plopped himself down on a simply designed, yet clearly structured rosewood guest chair with a minimalist style. He didn’t care at all about the sense of pressure from having to look up slightly to meet her gaze, and explained kindly, “It’s just a very ordinary name.”

Judging from these psychologically strategic arrangements, this woman’s sense of psychological superiority and need for control were truly extraordinary. Still, it was a bit petty. She was the company president, not the president of the country. Even the president these days has to care about being approachable, right? Out of boredom, Henry Walker silently criticized her in his mind.

Who ever said your name wasn’t ordinary? Do you have to smile so brightly? Because of various reasons, Feifei Owen really looked down on this person, to the point that every word and action of his was interpreted in the most malicious way possible. If she had a choice, Feifei Owen would rather kick him out of the company herself, so he wouldn’t ruin the situation she’d worked so hard to build.

“I’ve already read your résumé.” Feifei Owen decided to ignore what he’d just said and began to ask questions with great professionalism: “But there are a few things I don’t quite understand, and I hope Mr. Walker can give a direct explanation. Mr. Walker graduated from the Computer Science program at the China Central Radio and TV University. May I ask, what level is this university considered in China? What is your proficiency in computer science? How many programming languages are you proficient in and which ones? Did you participate in any computer-related research projects at school? And what awards or honors did you receive? Also, Mr. Walker, your work experience and achievements after graduation are not described at all.”

Henry Walker was a bit dumbfounded. Was this woman deliberately nitpicking, or did she really not understand? Did she just come back from Mars? It’s called the Radio and TV University—how could there be research projects? Even the diploma itself was something Henry Walker had someone get for him...

“Ahem~”

David Turner, who was standing by, couldn’t bear to watch any longer. He bent down and whispered, “President, that school…”

Feifei Owen had gone abroad at a young age and only came back once or twice a year. Although she had persistently studied traditional Chinese culture, she really didn’t know what the Radio and TV University was. When she returned to China, she went straight into this company, and anyone whose résumé she would personally read could never have come from that kind of university.

After finally understanding the situation thanks to David Turner’s explanation, Feifei Owen was furious. What was this? Was he looking down on her? Looking down on the company? If nothing else, isn’t faking credentials common in China? Didn’t he know Old Moore? Didn’t he have plenty of connections? Even getting a more legitimate fake diploma would have been better! For someone who couldn’t even be professional or sincere about pulling strings, Feifei Owen had the urge to throw his résumé back in his face.

“Wait, isn’t this company run by Old Moore?” Henry Walker asked, a bit confused and baffled. “Could it be that Old Moore was just bragging?”