Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 91

The female colleague did not expect to bump into Heaton in the Creative Department. She became scared until her face turned pale. She did not know whether he had seen the scene in which she ridiculed Verian.

"President Fudd... W-Why are you here?"

One of Heaton’s hand was in his pocket. He took a look at Verian who was in the Creative Department and spoke indifferently, "Is that how you isolate the newcomers in the Creative Department?"

"I... President Fudd, I didn't. However, Verian's intentions are too obvious. She's just an illustrator. When the competition notice came out, she immediately wanted to join in. At that moment, Director Xander didn't allow her to participate, but she still insisted on participating in the competition."

The female colleague deliberately talked about Nancy in the conversation. Her intentions were also obvious.

However, beyond her expectations, Heaton did not buy it. Instead, he frowned. “It seems like you don't really like Verian?"

"Yeah, no one in the Creative Department likes her. She joined in through special connections. If it wasn't for Master Yellen, she could have never joined the Creative Department."

Master Yellen? They all thought that Verian was able to join the Fudd Group because of Bodd Yellen?

The female colleague exaggerated when she added, "President Fudd, Director Xander doesn't actually like her either. She always talks back to Director Xander. We all don't really like her."

"Don't like her?"

"Yeah."

"Then bear with your dislike."

"..."

The female colleague did not dare to say anything more. There were ten thousand grass mud horses running past her heart. Verian was really evil. Not only had Master Yellen helped her, now even President Fudd seemed to be supporting her!

Verian really was a woman with a promiscuous private life! She did not know how many men's beds Verian had gone to.

Normally, she pretended to look decent and aloof from material pursuits. Perhaps she was very promiscuous in men's beds!

...

As all of the Creative Department’s staff went to lunch, Verian was left sitting alone in front of her computer to draw the draft. Heaton moved his long legs to walk into the department.

"Do you want that one million, or do you want to spend a night with Yanni?" A cold yet familiar voice suddenly came from above her head. Verian followed the voice and took a look—Heaton was looking at her icily.

She still had anger in her heart so after glancing at him, she turned her face away. She replied in low spirits, "That’s none of your business."

"You're Mrs. Fudd. Why is it none of my business?"

Verian quickly added, "Nominal Mrs. Fudd! Soon, I won't be Mrs. Fudd anymore."

"What? You don't want to see Little Jelly Bean anymore?"

Verian was stunned. "What do you mean?"

This man should not be so mean. Was he using Little Jelly Bean to threaten her?

Heaton stared at her coldly while speaking calmly, "It literally means what it means."

"...You! Heaton Fudd, have I ever told you that you're really despicable and shameless?"

“Hm.” The man responded indifferently to her and deliberately raised his hand to turn off her computer. His actions were very smooth and had shown no signs of action beforehand. "I can be even more despicable and shameless."

"..."

Verian almost exploded. "Heaton Fudd! I haven't saved the draft yet!"

Bastard! Scoundrel!

He did it on purpose!

Verian immediately stood up. However, Heaton's aura was too overbearing, so her vibe was instantly diminished.

"Have lunch with me."

"No!"

He treated her like that and he wanted her to go to lunch with him?

Her chin was pinched by the man's long, cold fingers as she was forced to lift up her face to look straight into his dark eyes.

"Heaton Fudd, your thinking is so dirty!"

Anger, humiliation, grievances, and indescribable complex emotions accumulated in her heart.

These kinds of emotions were very strange. When viewed by the Creative Department’s colleagues with their judging eyes, she was only a little angry. She did not feel too uncomfortable. Certainly, she did not expect their misunderstandings toward her to be cleared up in a day.

However, when Heaton misunderstood her like this, she wanted to cry in grievances. She felt like questioning him—what kind of person was she to him?

The man stared at the irritation in her watery eyes and loosened her chin. Nevertheless, he still confined her in the small space. He lowered his handsome face to look at her. "Did you turn a deaf ear to my words?"

He told her not to get too close to Yanni Quain.

Verian bit her lip and said, "If you mean good for me, I'll listen. But now, you're not letting me participate in the competition because of Nancy. Why should I listen to you?"

Heaton frowned his eyebrows and said icily, "I'm not helping Nancy."

"Nonsense! You’re obviously helping her! If you're not helping her, then tell me why you won’t allow me to participate in the competition?"

In Heaton’s eyes, the way she was losing her temper now actually looked a bit coquettish. Perhaps she also felt it herself. Her face became hot, and she turned her eyes away.

Heaton's big hand held the back of her waist. He lowered his head and spoke each word in a serious manner, "I don't want you to spend the night with other men. Is this reason sufficient?"

As soon as Verian raised her eyes, she was met with his deep, focused, and scorching gaze. Her face turned redder, and she found that there was nowhere else to look at. Therefore, her gaze fell on his exceptionally sexy Adam's apple.

"I-I'm not joining the competition to spend a night with Yanni. I-I just want to transform from an illustrator to an original artist. A-And I wanna win that one million money award."

There was actually a fire in her heart. However, because of his current words, the fire in her heart was completely extinguished. Her tone was not stern anymore and instead sounded very soft.

Why was her limit becoming lower when she faced Heaton? She could easily forgive him when he said just a few words.

Heaton lowered his head to look at her flushed face. Her beautiful, submissive look made his black eyes darken. He leaned over to kiss her.

At that moment, the elevator door opened with a ding.