Someone shouted in surprise, “Who are you? Why are you taking the exec’s lift?”

“I’m sorry, I’m here for an interview and I’m in a hurry.” Selena wanted to get up as she spoke, but due to the rush her long wavy hair was stuck onto the person’s button. Her scalp ached from the pull and she fell back, her hands pressing against the man’s chest.

As if being given an electric shock, she apologized, “I, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

The inner space of the lift then suddenly went into two seconds of silence.

The people in the lift then burst out small laughter the next moment. Yet due to the presence of that important person, they forced back their laughter and quickly covered their mouth when they saw his grim look.

Andrew Wright obviously froze and he inevitably wrinkled his eyebrows. He had not encountered such an absurd thing before.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry…Could, could you lend me a hand?” Selena was so anxious to get her

hair off but her hair got stuck deeper as she moved and her palms were starting to sweat.

Andrew Wright kept on feeling that that woman gave him a sense of familiarity, yet he had clearly not met her before.

And a severely mysophobic person like him did not actually feel disgusted. He kept quiet for a second and consent to her request. He lowered his head and untied the hair strands with his delicate fingers. “Don’t move, relax,” he said with a cold and aloof voice.

That voice…sounded familiar!

Selena was startled. She then remembered the night five years ago. Under the dim light, she opened her eyes amidst confusion.

Although she could not see the man’s looks clearly, she could vaguely see his rosy thin lips.

“Thank you.” She did not get a response and she secretly glimpsed at him out of curiosity. That man was wearing an expensive handmade suit. He had a pair of attractive long legs and his pursed lips were beautiful, showing his arrogant and distant personality.

“Miss.” The assistant quickly reacted. Having thought of her fall towards Mr. Wright, he spoke coldly, “You said you’re in a hurry, but I suppose you only want to hit on the president?”

Hit? Selena was still in a daze, and the man beside her actually slightly lowered his head and glimpsed at her from the corner of his eyes.

He had had many women around him these years and there were indeed a lot of women racking their brain trying to approach him.

But since what happened five years ago, he had been unable to develop any interest towards women. The only woman who he had come in contact with would be the woman from that night, who was also the mother of his son.

Thinking back of the woman’s blatant action just now, it did seem that she wanted to approach him on purpose. The coldness and disgust were then slowly showed from his eyes. He was actually nearly deceived by the woman before him.

Selena felt unhappy at once. “I said I was in a hurry, why are you

looking at me like that?” She actually felt grateful from the bottom of her heart when he helped her.

“Jack,” the man ignored her and said to his assistant frigidly, “Press the level button.”

Jack Rey pressed the button with the nearest level. After the lift door opened, he gestured Selena to leave. “Please go out from here, and please don’t use such a trick next time, miss.”

“Oh come on, I really didn’t…” Selena wanted to defend for herself, but the assistant asked her to get out of the lift with a strong attitude.

Selena gritted her teeth and shot Andrew a glare.

She left the lift and still complained softly, “Who does he think he is, why should I hit on him? Pat…” Her voice was still audible and fear was all over Jack Rey's face. Was the applicant looking for trouble?

The strong ruthless aura from the man beside him made his limbs shivered and he did not dare to look at him. He then said with a trembling voice, “I’ll call the security guard to come handle this!”

“Forget about it!” As the lift door closed, Andrew also retrieved his gaze. The woman’s words still lingered on his ears and he actually inexplicably developed a slight of interest towards the woman. Very good! He half narrowed his eyes and his voice was way deeper and colder than before. He did want to see how excellent the woman’s performance would be in the interview. “Call Zayn and tell him I’ll go for the 10 am interview.”

“Yes, Mr. Wright.”

Meanwhile, Selena had reached the reception room. Seeing the room compacted with people, she suddenly felt a rush of pressure. The number of applicants was way greater than she thought. She randomly found a position and stood there, a few women were chitchatting beside her.

“Hey, did you know, Mr. Wright will come for today’s interview too!"

“Whoa, really? I heard that Mr. Andrew has a son but not a wife, and he’s handsome. Could it be that he becomes the interviewer is to find his son a mother?”

“It could be! But I heard that he has some problems…or else why doesn’t he have an official spouse for such a long time? He does have lots of scandals, could it be that he’s deserted by a woman?”

After a round of gossiping, the women still decided to admire the president. They did not mind becoming a stepmom as long as they could get married into a wealthy family.

Seeing that they were competing for the president’s heart, Selena could not help but roll her eyes and sneered. Usually, the age of a senior president who had children must already be over thirty, and the president must have a beer belly too. Since the president was that rich, could he possibly want to pick a mom for his child from the interviewees? She assumed he was just intending to pick a mistress for himself.

Selena developed a slight antipathy to her future boss from her subconscious mind.

“Selena Jones!”

“Here!” Noticing her name was called, Selena squeezed herself through the crowds. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open. There were a total of five interviewers on the stage, sitting straight and courteously in the middle. The interviewer sitting at the right was talking to a man with deference.

Selena was dumbfounded when she noticed the man turned out to be the man in the lift! She glanced at the flattering behavior of the people around her and her breathing stopped. She panicked. That guy seemed to have a higher position than anyone else in the room and she wondered what his position would be. Manager? Director? Or…

Andrew Wright seemed to notice something. He looked up, glanced at her levelly and looked down, as if he had not seen her before and spoke, “So you graduated from the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania?”

“I…I still haven’t gotten my university certificate.” Selena finally got her voice back. It was because she had braced herself to write the name of the university when she filled in the application form that she successfully received a reply letter for an interview afterwards. She really needed the job.

The interviewer was taken aback by her words. “Does that mean the information you gave is false?” He turned around and quickly apologized to Andrew Wright who was sitting beside him, “I’m sorry, Mr. Wright, our examination…”

Andrew waved his hand and gestured him not to speak. He then turned to the woman below the stage and gazed at her icily. “So you mean you have come here to apply for a job solely based on your work experience in the Milano Hotel in Australia before?”

His voice became colder and colder. “Have you looked through the job requirements?” He tossed the information sheets to her with an indifferent look and had already seen through her lies. “Get out!”

With a dispirited look, Selena took the sheets, turned around and was ready to leave. The man’s frigid voice went into her ears from behind once again. “Don’t you ever play such a useless trick. No company would want a person that would even fake their information!”

Selena jolted to a halt and felt indignant. That man was too proud and self-righteous!

She turned back and slammed the sheets onto the table. The sound was loud enough to instantly shock the rest of the interviewers.

All of them looked at her and gasped. How would someone be bold enough to throw things at Mr. Wright? Did she lose her mind?