Caged By My Devil Uncle novel Chapter 61

Chris' Pov

On the other side of the screen, my heart beat faster, and I felt strange. He was clearly a stranger whose appearance and age I did not know. I actually had feelings for him.

For a moment, I did not know how to answer him.

Cliff's pov

When I re-entered the office, I saw Kenneth smiling all over his face as soon as I walked in.

I am stunned...

The power of love is really great ...

Kenneth's point of view

When I saw Cliff come in, I immediately stifled a smile.

"Is there anything?"

"Sir, the secretary's office has just informed me that the Wilson Group's sales manager is inquiring about your itinerary through his connections. I am afraid it's about the land, or shall we just exclude the Wilson Group as we have been doing?"

It seems the powerful sales executive has taken a liking, I thought, to Chris' looks. Take it to change the picture, the goal is to get close to me.

I raised my hand. "No, show her my itinerary. Remember to show only my itinerary and no other information."

"OK, am I doing this again for Miss Chris?"

"Hmm."

"I know what to do."

After playing with her until 9:30, she actually said she was going to sleep.

"So early today?" I looked at my watch. I knew Chris' schedule better than she did.

"This project is very important to our company and our department. I am not familiar with it yet today. I have been looking online for information about the King Group."

Although I actually want to tell her that she does not need to prepare anything but can come herself, I think she will then suddenly "reveal" her identity and I will have to give up.

"Go to bed early."

"OK, goodbye, master."

Chris's point of view

After turning off the game, I took a shower and went to bed to look at the King group documents.

Strangely, I have been looking for a long time and have yet to see a photo of the King Group president, let alone a photo, nothing else.

The president is so secretive, how can there be no news?

No wonder people in the company say that this action is difficult, and now it seems that it really is. I can not see how to think about countermeasures when I hear about the other party.

I watched the movie for a while and then fell asleep. Since Sister Wendy has a way, I believe her.

At 7:30 in the morning, Wendy called me. "Chris, I am downstairs."

"Ah, Sister Wendy, how do you know where I live?"

"It's clearly on your resume, you get ten minutes to dress the way I said yesterday, no makeup."

"OK, Sister Wendy, wait for me." I quickly put on a little black dress and took out the high heels Kenneth had bought me earlier. After washing myself, I hurried downstairs.

"I found out the President's itinerary for today. We definitely will not see him at the company. He has an appointment at the golf course at 9:30. Let us go to the golf course now."

I looked at my watch. It's nine of the clock. It's exactly nine thirty before we head out. I must say that Wendy has a very good handle on time.

"By the way, Chris, can you play golf?"

"Yes."

After all, I was born into a wealthy family and all kinds of sports are among my required subjects.

"It does not really matter. I'll find out later what district it's in. When the time comes, you will go directly there. Are you going to catch a man?"

It seems Wendy does not do these things any less, which is a familiar thing for her.

Chatting up? I have thought about this before, when I was in college, when someone asked me to check out books and someone offered to help me. That was supposed to be a pickup line, right?

"It was supposed to be... it will."

"For a while, you play it by ear, and I'll teach you a trick. When the servant brings you the drinks for a while, you deliberately knock the cup over to get his attention. Or better yet, you pour the drinks in your cup on him."

"Huh? Well, that's not very good." I have never done anything like that before.

"If there's anything good, do what I say. Remember, as soon as you leave, do not make yourself known."

"Oh." I am so nervous. Is this useful?

When I arrived at the golf course, I immediately got my uniform, and Wendy quickly grabbed me.

"My goddess, what are you going to do?"

"Not to play? Of course, it's more comfortable to change into a professional uniform." I am a little confused.