Grace Foster clicked along in her high heels, jogging away, while William Thompson watched her back, his face darkening. He turned to glare at Henry Carter, his eyes openly furious.

“Henry Carter, you... you’re late again! Do you even care about company discipline anymore...”

Henry Carter shrugged, looking completely unconcerned. “Chief Thompson, you don’t need to lecture me about company discipline. I know you can’t stand me, so why pretend? I mean, you’re a grown man—do you really need someone to tell you they don’t like you before you’ll let it go?”

William Thompson’s face flushed even redder. “Don’t like me? So she likes you instead?”

Henry Carter rubbed his nose. “Well, you never know. Didn’t you notice how she’s obviously a bit warmer toward me?”

William Thompson growled in a low voice, “Henry Carter!”

Henry Carter’s expression didn’t change, and he lazily twisted the knife: “Maybe it’s because I’m a bit more handsome, a bit more manly?”

William Thompson was fuming, practically steaming with rage. “You have no respect for your superiors. I’m going to file a report to have you fired...”

“Fire me?” Henry Carter acted as if he’d just heard the world’s funniest joke. “If you could’ve fired me, I’d have been out of here eight hundred times already. I suggest you stop wasting your energy. All this fuss just makes you upset—what’s the point?”

After saying this, Henry Carter didn’t bother with William Thompson’s dramatic expression. He straightened up and waved his hand. “I’m off to work. Goodbye, Chief Thompson.”

William Thompson clenched his fists, glaring at Henry Carter’s back as if he could eat him alive, but beneath the anger was a hint of helplessness.

Henry Carter wasn’t wrong. William Thompson had already filed reports to fire Henry Carter before. He’d thought that, with his uncle being the head of the sales department, getting rid of a low-level employee would be a piece of cake. But when the report reached HR, nothing happened. When he asked why, William Thompson found out that Henry Carter’s personnel file wasn’t even with HR. To fire him, it had to go through the president’s office and required the president’s personal signature.

Only people with special connections had that kind of status, and Henry Carter’s behavior confirmed it: late every day, playing games at work, often leaving early, just coasting along, and always disrespecting his superiors, constantly making William Thompson look bad...

Fuming, William Thompson returned to his office, only to find employee Edward Parker waiting for him.

“What is it?” William Thompson asked with a dark face, plopping down in his leather chair.

Edward Parker saw William Thompson’s expression and carefully handed over a folder. “Section Chief, this is the payment collection details for this month...”

William Thompson grunted, took it, and flipped it open, asking casually, “Any problems with the payments?”

Edward Parker shook his head. “Nothing else, but as for that account with Kaige Company, I’m afraid we won’t get it back. That boss Zhou is ruthless. Little Harris will probably be in the hospital for a month...”

“The one million owed by Kaige Company?”

William Thompson looked up, a strange excitement flashing in his eyes. “Alright, I got it. You can go. Oh, and send Grace Foster in for me.”

Chapter 2: Why Not Just Say Sell Atomic Bombs?

“Mr. Carter, thank you for earlier!”

Grace Foster sat at her desk, tilting her head up to thank Henry Carter, who was leaning lazily against her cubicle.

Henry Carter grinned, waving it off casually. “No big deal. Since you called me Mr. Carter, how could I not help? Besides, every guy likes to help out in situations like this—hero saving the beauty, you know...”

Grace Foster smiled softly, but there was a hint of bitterness in her smile. “Every man loves a beauty, but not everyone has the courage to be a knight fighting the dragon...”

“A knight, huh?”

Henry Carter grinned even wider, shamelessly accepting the title. “I like that name...”

Suddenly, Henry Carter’s voice trailed off. Since he was standing and Grace Foster was sitting, his gaze naturally followed her face downward, landing on her chest.

Through the slightly open collar of her shirt, Henry Carter could clearly see the fair, rounded swell, and that deep, mesmerizing cleavage. Her full chest pushed the white shirt’s buttons outward, as if her breasts might burst out at any moment.

So big!

Henry Carter’s eyes were glued to her ample bosom, unable to look away, staring motionless for a moment.

Grace Foster noticed Henry Carter’s sudden silence, and after a while with no response, she curiously looked up—only to see Henry Carter’s lecherous gaze and slightly open mouth, practically drooling...

Grace Foster suddenly realized her posture, her face flushing bright red as she instinctively leaned back.

Henry Carter snapped back to reality, and seeing Grace Foster’s obvious attempt to avoid him, he felt a bit awkward and laughed it off. “Ah, I just got a little hungry and spaced out...”

Grace Foster was very shy, but strangely, she didn’t feel angry or upset at all. This puzzled her—had she fallen for him? Otherwise, why would she feel this way?