Chapter 2 What Does He Want !

Although Seamus was sitting down on the sofa, she could still see that he was very tall. He was easily above six feet in height. His suit jacket was casually laid down on the armrest of the sofa, but it would never leave any creases on the suit. A tie was carefully folded into a triangular shape and put neatly in the coat pocket.

His charming posture seemed natural. Although he looked very young at first glance, the aura he had around him was not as deep and experienced as it should be for a man at his age.

Maggie had heard that that the successor of the Crystal Group was not a simple person and meeting him was almost impossible. Today, after she saw him in person, she knew that he really deserved that reputation!

Then her eyes fell on his right hand which was supporting his forehead. His fingers were long and beautiful, with distinct joints, and his handsome and deep features looked as if they had been carved on his face by a skilled artist.

No wonder every single lady of T City was attracted by him!

"Miss Jiang, do you think I am more handsome than my father?" A trace of contempt flashed through Seamus's eyes as he suddenly asked an impossible question.

The reason behind that question was simple. Seamus knew that women in these kind of places were all the same. Young or middle-aged, as long as a man was rich enough, they would fall in love with him, or appear to have done so!

He really didn't know what kind of method, technique, or trick she had used to fascinate his father!

"What?"

"Are my words too profound? Or are you just pretending to be unable?" Seamus sounded a little impatient.

"No... You are... Umm... more charming than him," she replied awkwardly. What else could she say? She was always very eloquent, but at this moment, she stammered!

What a shame!

Hearing that, Seamus brought out a small vacuum cup from his suit pocket and pushed it in front of her. "Miss Jiang, I heard from my father that you are very familiar with the kinds of tea. In fact, he told me that you can tell what kind of tea it is just by a sip. However, I don't believe that. If you can tell me the name of the tea I have brought, I will believe you. What do you think?"

Oh?

He was asking her to guess the name of the tea by drinking it?

This guy was really interesting. Since he wanted to test her, she would certainly show him that she had real skill.

"Okay."

Maggie unscrewed the lid and took a small sip.

When he saw this, a hint of light flashed through his eyes and disappeared in an instant... She never noticed it.

"So what kind of tea did you drink?"

"Biluochun."

"Yes, you are right." After saying that, he closed his eyes and stopped talking once more.

A moment later...

Perhaps it was because the thermostat was set too high, or it could have been some other reason, but Maggie suddenly felt a little stuffy. She really wanted to lower the temperature setting, but she was afraid that Seamus might feel cold.

Then her face began to burn all of a sudden, and her limbs began to become weak and feeble.

'Huh?

What... What's happening to me?'

As a few moments passed by, she felt more and more uncomfortable, as if she was sitting on pins and needles.

Just as she was about to find an excuse to leave, Seamus suddenly piped up, "Maggie Jiang, don't you ever dream of marrying my father! I am not going to let a woman like you enter our family. My father told me that although you work here, you have always kept your chastity. I want to confirm it today!"

Wait!

What did he mean?

Confirm it?

How was he going to confirm it?

Maggie suddenly felt afraid! She wanted to stand up, but her body was so weak that she couldn't move at all.

"Humph... You drank my tea, time to pay for it!" Seamus walked up to her and looked down. It was at that moment that she saw the disdain in his eyes!

"You... Did you drug the tea?"

Seamus didn't answer. The disdain in his eyes, however, increased. He walked towards the door and locked it!

Then he came back to her and pinched her chin with his slender fingers, forcing her to look at him.

What the hell did this man want to do to her!

She had no enmity with him, and she had never even dreamt of marrying his father!

Why was he doing this to her? !

Maggie's eyes were filled with coldness and anger, and then a strong sense of pressure came to her.

"Take off your clothes."

"What... What? !" She looked at him in horror, hoping that she had misheard.