The coffee spoon stirred gently as Evelyn Bennett elegantly savored a sip of rich coffee. Even when speaking with him, her lips barely moved. God knows, if this matter ever got out, not to mention her position as mayor, the tabloid news might just bury her alive.

Brian Harris was fuming—couldn’t you just give me the money already? Didn’t you see that young girl glaring daggers at me?

Suddenly, he felt something poke his thigh twice. He glanced down to see his good wife’s delicate hand, in an extremely discreet manner, passing a wad of cash to him from under the table. Beneath her expressionless, frosty face, her eyes were signaling him urgently—obviously meaning, what are you waiting for, hurry up and take it.

He counted—exactly five hundred yuan. Gratefully, he promised, “Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back as soon as I get my salary.”

“Let’s talk about it when you actually find a job.” Evelyn Bennett retorted coldly.

As for the job, logically, if he asked her for help, it wouldn’t be difficult. First, Evelyn Bennett couldn’t stand him, afraid that if she used her own name to get him into some office or department, he’d embarrass her. Second, her so-called good husband didn’t know how to say a single soft word, always butting heads with her, making her so angry—why would she go out of her way to arrange a job for him? And finally, she always felt that helping him would be an abuse of power and damage her reputation—something she’d never done in her life. Luckily, Brian Harris never asked her, or she’d have had quite the internal struggle.

To avoid suspicion, Brian Harris paid the bill and left alone, leaving his good wife secretly breathing a sigh of relief—finally, that guy was gone.

Chapter 5: A Job Earned by Bragging

In the talent market, spurred on by his wife, comrade Brian Harris once again charged in without hesitation. He felt all sorts of complicated emotions—having a wife even more domineering than himself, most men couldn’t take it. Only our old Harris, under such pressure, had managed to tough it out for a month. But if he didn’t make something of himself soon, would he never be able to hold his head up in front of that woman? Absolutely not.

As the saying goes, where there is oppression, there is resistance. At this very moment, Brian Harris deeply felt the truth of this maxim. By his reckoning, it was about time to fight back.

“Hmph, just wait till I become a provincial governor—let’s see what you have to say then. If I tell you to go east, you won’t dare go west; if I tell you to scrub my back, you won’t dare just rub off the dirt.” Fantasizing about his wife waiting on him hand and foot like a little housewife, Brian Harris was feeling pretty pleased with himself.

“Sir, please go interview somewhere else. Our company isn’t suitable for you.”

A cool female voice interrupted Brian Harris’s daydream. About twenty-six years old, the woman sat upright in a coffee-colored business suit, her neatly coiled hair almost severe. Beneath her stylish black glasses, her almond-shaped eyes were captivating, and her full chest created a deep cleavage under her professional attire—far beyond what that unlucky girl could compare to. Old Harris muttered to himself, “Now this is a real woman. God knows why I kept staring at that unlucky girl’s flat chest for so long—this is a whole different league.”

Her outfit and looks clearly sent one message: this was a cool, high-level white-collar worker. But that was just the average man’s perspective. With old Harris’s 6.0 vision, he clearly noticed the slight upward tilt at the corner of her eyes—her almond eyes had leveled up again. Those were fox eyes.

Her charming gaze radiated a hint of temptation...

And that, in fact, was her most alluring feature. But it seemed she deliberately used her glasses to cover it up. Brian Harris knew that if she took off her glasses, she’d instantly be labeled a seductress.

“Please take off your glasses.” Brian Harris really wanted to say that, but with no job prospects, he could only imitate her upright posture, sitting as straight as a schoolboy. “I’d like to say, I’m actually very suitable for your company. Why did you reject me without even asking any questions? Isn’t that unfair?”

God knows when he’d ended up at this counter. The display board was facing the other way—he couldn’t see a thing. Brian Harris really wanted to ask, “Excuse me, what does your company do?” But that would be rude, so he had to just wing it and hope for the best.

“Oh? You really think you’re suitable?” Emily Cooper’s fox eyes flashed, as if she was a bit interested, though in her mind she was cursing him out—You pervert, where are your eyes looking? You think you can take advantage of me that easily? Hmph. And what were you muttering to yourself just now... Oh right, you want to be a provincial governor? Pfft, why not president while you’re at it? Coming here just to brag.

Clearly, old Harris’s daydream had been overheard by the woman.

“I think I’m very suitable.”

“Really suitable?”

“Really suitable.”

“All right, then tell me in what way you’re suitable.” Emily Cooper tapped her pen rhythmically on the desk, waiting for his answer.