Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 67

When things were made public, Arya and Xavier were no longer involved. She focused on the

company.

She knew that Harriet would definitely speak ill of her in front of Xavier.

But she didn't care. She had no dignity in front of Xavier.

She didn't care if he hated her or not.

These days, Orlando found out all of Richard's men and fired them. He began to recruit new people,

train people on his side and capable employees.

Orlando saved a lot of trouble for Arya.

She knew what Orlando wanted, and he was capable of doing that.

Arya appointed him the vice president.

Sunny, who was not well-educated, didn't know anything about business.

Orlando suggested that she be the receptionist. She was good-looking, and the receptionist was an

easy job that didn't require an advanced degree.

Arya rejected her at that time for Sunny was a decent woman and didn't need to trade her body for the

job.

Arya placed her in the finance department. For one thing, she trusted Sunny, and for the other, it was a

decent position.

Everything went smoothly according to her plan.

And through Sunny, Arya found a supplier willing to provide materials.

They made an appointment for the evening. Arya and Orlando went straight from the company.

Arya was dressed in a small black suit with a white shirt underneath. Her hair was tied up in a high bun,

neat and tidy.

Orlando followed her into the private room.

On seeing Hunter Michael, the head of H Group, Arya walked in with a smile on her face and sat down

opposite him.

"Are you the new president of the K&T Inc?" Michael looked at Arya.

It was not surprising that he knew that she had forced Richard to resign.

"Yes, We are looking forward to working with you." Arya stood up and reached out her hand to Michael.

Michael, however, smiled without reaching out his hand.

Arya did not feel embarrassed. She withdrew her hand.

Arya knew that he might not believe in her strength now. She put the prepared plan in front of him. "Mr.

Hunter, you can look at the plan first. This case has already been half done. If you cooperate with us

now, you won't lose. You've seen the plan too. I think you know very well the feasibility."

Michael flicked through the papers, closed the folder, put it on the table, and looked at Arya. "It looks

good, but I heard the Jones Group doesn't like the K&T Inc?"

"Things have changed. The Jones Group was not satisfied with the last president, so it wouldn't involve

us." Arya explained with a smile.

"Let's drink now." Michael picked up his glass and raised it. Naturally, Arya picked it up. "I'll go first.

Bottoms up!"

With that, Arya drank the glass of wine in one gulp, showed the empty glass to Michael, and put it on

the table.

"The cooperation depends on your sincerity." Michael, who did not drink the glass of wine, scrutinizing

Arya. A woman who could take over the K&T Inc should have a background or ability. He wondered

how the K&T Inc collapsed.

Michael looked at the project and was eager to agree with her proposal. The plan was very feasible

and meticulous. And the project was already working on. He would get the better end of the deal if he

could cooperate with her.

He had been in business for so long, so he knew that he couldn't show the desire for cooperation.

Otherwise, it would be a failure.

"What do you think? How to show my sincerity?" Arya still maintained a decent smile.

Michael glanced at the bottle of wine in front of Arya with a smile. The wine was necessary when it

came to business. He wanted to test Arya. "Miss Harrison, if you show me respect, drink the wine in

front of you. If you are sincere enough, we will continue to talk," said Michael.

Orlando lowered his eyes and glanced at the bottle of wine in front of Arya. He frowned and said to

Michael, "How about I drink it? It's not appropriate to ask a woman to drink. After all, we are all men

here."

Michael immediately pulled a long face and glared at Orlando.

Arya pulled Orlando, looked up at him, and shook her head. She knew that if she wanted to talk about

it, she had to drink it.

She smiled at Michael, "Don't mind, Mr. Hunter. I'll drink the wine."

Orlando knew that Arya would be drunk if she drank the wine. He found an excuse and walked out of

the room to buy some antidote. When he went out, he did something to ensure Arya's safety.

Although Michael did not show any interest in Arya, after all, it was not safe for a woman to be alone in

a room with a man. When he walked out, he left the door of the private room wide open.

Xavier also happened to come here for business. Besides Jacob, there were a few foreigners beside

him. When he passed the door of the private room, he inadvertently saw the familiar figure and paused.

In the private room, Arya picked up the bottle of wine and poured the whole bottle down. The burning

feeling spread from her mouth to throat. All the way down, her stomach seemed to be burning with fire.

She frowned and insisted on drinking it.

After drinking a bottle of wine, Arya felt dizzy. But she still held on, put down the bottle, and smiled at

Michael. "Mr. Hunter, what do you think?"

"I'm surprised at your careless manner, Miss Harrison. I agree with your request." Michael was really

impressed by Arya who went straight to the point as soon as she came in and drank the wine without a

word. She was a decisive woman.

"Mr. Jones, do you know the woman inside?" Seeing that Xavier was not leaving, his partner looked at

the woman in the private room and asked.

"No." Before he could finish speaking, Xavier walked away as if to prove that he didn't know Arya.

In the private room, Arya and Michael continued to talk about cooperation.

"I can't guarantee anything else. Everything I say now is just empty talk. As long as you give us a

chance, the results will explain everything," Arya promised. She really needed to win the partnership. In

an alcoholic haze, she looked at Michael in a daze.

Michael smiled and was amazed that she could still keep his mind clear after drinking so much wine.

She was indeed determined.

"Miss Harrison, I'll give you a chance. I just hope you don't disappoint me." Michael was satisfied. He

thought the case worked out.

"Thank you for giving me the chance," said Arya as she handed the prepared contract to Michael.

Michael opened the contract with a smile. After going over the contract, he signed it. He put down his

pen and looked at Arya. "I think Miss Harrison is drunk. Do you need me to send you back?"

Michael had no other thoughts about Arya. With a good wife, he didn't really play around outside, He

had suffered a lot and knew what is important to him.

At first, he worked in a supply company with a low salary and managed to maintain a family's

expenses. His wife was loyal to him, had babies and raised them, and went to work as a nanny to

supplement his family.

Later, he touted for business, and then he figured out the channels of various suppliers and slowly

started his own company. After many years of operation, he was getting wealthier.

But he clearly remembered how good his wife was.

Few people could be there for you when you were penniless and frustrated. His wife might not be

attractive, but the years she had spent with him was the best time in her life.

Of course, he would meet women throwing themselves at him when he was outside. He knew why Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

those young and beautiful women liked him. But he was clear they would not be with him if he was

poor.

Arya got drunker. She shook her head and smiled at Michael. "Thank you, Mr. Hunter. Orlando will

come back to send me home later."

Michael stood up and reached out his hand to her. "I wish our cooperation a success."

Arya staggered to her feet and held Michael's hand. "I hope we'll enjoy our cooperation!"

After signing the contract, Michael left. Arya lay on the table, overwhelmed with a feeling of nausea.

Orlando went out to buy medicine and found no pharmacy nearby, so he ran a little further.

After waiting for a while, Arya left the private room and went outside to get some air. She felt better in

the cold wind. It was not as stuffy as in the private room.

Xavier was not in the mood to talk about business in the private room. The image of Arya drinking in

the private room kept on his mind. He rubbed his brows and was agitated for no reason.

This uncontrollable mood swing upset him.