Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 288

Alas, like a dense man, Harold ignored their angry gazes.

“Christie, you're new here, so I'm sure you're not too familiar with the company's operations. In order to get started as soon as possible, you can pick one of your seniors to mentor you for a while,” Wrenna said to Christie after clearing her throat.

Wrenna used to ask Harold to mentor the new employees, but ever since she found out about Harold's identity, she dared not order him to do anything anymore.

Hearing Wrenna's words, Christie then let her gaze drift across the area. The men all sat straighter in response, hoping that Christie would pick them.

“I'll choose him,” she finally said as she pointed her finger at someone.

Her choice made everyone's jaw drop. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

As it turned out, the one she pointed at was Harold, who had just badmouthed her a moment ago.

Even Harold was confounded.

Is she so determined to go up against me?

“Um... Harold, you'll watch over the new employee for a few days. Inform me if any problem arises. Back to work now, everyone.”

Wrenna was surprised by Christie's choice as well. After dismissing the staff, she went back to her

office to continue with her work.

Christie walked over to Harold as the others watched her with complicated feelings in their eyes.

“Hi, I'll be in your care from now on, my dear mentor,” Christie said sweetly.

“You're not here because of the phone, are you? I told you I didn't steal your phone.”

Despite his words, Harold could not raise his voice to the smiling young woman.

A look of embarrassment crossed Christie's face.

“What happened yesterday was a misunderstanding. Look, I'm here to apologize to you now.”

Soon, Harold brought Christie on a half-hearted tour around the company and briefly introduced each department.

Jealousy crept into the eyes of the men in the project management department when they saw Christie walking behind Harold shyly.

“What's this, Mr. Harold? Can you explain this to me?”

Even after they returned to their desks, Christie would come to Harold's place once in a while with questions.

Every time she was there, she would sprawl by the side of Harold's desk.

To seduce him, she even deliberately pulled her collar lower.

Although Christie was young and had a baby face, she had quite a voluptuous figure.

Yet, what frustrated Christie the most was that Harold would not even spare her a glance.

It was as if she was nothing but the air to him.

Stupid man! Christie cursed inwardly.

When she thought about the task her father had given to her, she gritted her teeth and moved closer to him again. By then, she was almost leaning all of her weight on him.

Noticing Christie's actions, Harold frowned and said, “Pull your shirt higher. You're ruining the company's reputation.”

“You—”

Christie had never thought that Harold would be so direct with his words. Loud, too. The coworkers around them heard him, and her face flushed.

Don't people say that Chanaeans are more discreet in speech than foreigners? That's all nonsense! This dense man's even more straightforward than a foreigner.

“Mr. Harold, do you find me pretty?”