She habitually wrapped herself in a bath towel, as if it were an evening gown, revealing her soft, fair, jade-like, and smooth shoulders. Dragging her slippers and humming a little tune, she opened the bathroom door and walked toward the living room. It was early April, and the weather was still a bit chilly, so she headed straight for her luggage in the living room. If the men and women at her company, who feared her like a tiger, discovered that the woman hailed as the Queen’s Executioner actually had such a homely side, their glasses would surely shatter all over the floor.

Who would have thought, just as she bent halfway down, she suddenly felt a chill sweep over her, as if something was watching her. She jerked her head up, only to see that there was now an extra person on the sofa. To be precise, an extra man.

If one had to add any adjectives to describe this man, it would be that he had a “lecherous” look in his eyes.

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Chapter 7 Feifei Owen’s Formidability

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When Henry Walker first saw her come out of the bathroom, he was also slightly surprised. In fact, during his extremely boring wait, he had speculated many times about what kind of woman would come out of the bathroom—would she be beautiful or ugly? Judging from her luggage and bags, this woman should be between twenty and thirty, and her quality of life seemed quite good. But whether she was beautiful or ugly, he would not let her stay here.

His surprise was not because this woman was particularly beautiful, although she was indeed very beautiful. It was because, at first glance, he recognized this woman who had left a deep impression on him. Early this morning, it was this very woman who had sat in the president’s chair, aggressively interviewed him, and even forcibly assigned him a security guard position.

That company of Old Mu’s, although not exactly large and far from being among the so-called Fortune 500, was not small either. Among purely local private enterprises, it was still quite prominent. The company’s assets were worth at least several tens, nearly a hundred million.

A president whom Old Mu could entrust with great responsibility and grant absolute authority over personnel matters—such a person was definitely an elite among elites in the workplace, with an income starting in the millions. People like this should be frequenting high-end hotels, or at the very least renting a townhouse.

Even with all his experience, Henry Walker couldn’t figure out why she would appear in this old residential complex, and in such a simple little apartment of only seventy or eighty square meters. His first reaction was that there must be something fishy going on.

Fortunately, he was not the type who liked gossip or meddling in other people’s business. After a brief moment of surprise, his expression returned to calm. He crossed his arms and sized up her figure with great interest. This morning, she had been dressed in a cold, dignified professional suit, giving off an impression of indifference, sharpness, and dominance.

But now, with all that exterior stripped away, she looked very much like a woman who knew how to enjoy life—leisurely and tasteful, a little homebody. Her skin was excellent—very fair, very tender, as lustrous as jade. Her neck was slender, her collarbones sexy.

Although the bath towel covered the key areas, it gave off a sense of half-concealed mystery, arousing one’s imagination and the desire to see more.

Henry Walker never considered himself a gentleman; in fact, he was never one to abstain from such pleasures. With beauty delivered to his door, taking a few more glances did him no harm. Actually, even with all his experience, he had to admit: the woman before him was truly a rare beauty.

However, he was no longer a young man in his early twenties, just out in society. Seeing a pretty woman wouldn’t make him feel inferior and worshipful, nor would it make him lose control with passion. In truth, his gaze was mostly one of appreciation for beautiful things, with little to do with lust.

Now, he actually admired this woman a bit. At the company, she exuded the aura of a capable, cold, and domineering career woman. Yet in private, she was so relaxed and carefree? Having just arrived here, she could take a bath so at ease. And not only that, she dared to come out wrapped in just a towel. Did she really take this place as her own home? What was even more incredible was that he had been sitting here for quite a while, and she was still humming to herself, completely unaware. Was he really that lacking in presence?

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Feifei Owen, caught off guard, was indeed startled by the sudden appearance of a man. Her expression changed, and she instinctively took two steps back, clutching her chest tightly, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and shock, staring fixedly at Henry Walker.

Fortunately, she was a strong-willed woman who had weathered some storms, and did not scream hysterically like an ordinary woman. Relying on her always-proud self-control, she forced herself to calm down, doing her best not to let fear show on her face. Clever as she was, she knew very well that if the other party was a criminal, any overreaction on her part could provoke him, causing him to lose control and do something even he might regret.

Calm—only by staying calm could she handle the situation well.