Even though the woman sitting on the meeting room sofa was stunning, Basil didn't give her special attention. As a director and producer, he had seen far too many beautiful women throughout his career, almost like he had rolled in a pile of cosmetics.
What caught his eye was not her appearance but the innocent and clear aura she exuded. How old was this woman?
He guessed she couldn't be over twenty. Such a young child probably had little social experience. How many times could she have been in love? She was barely capable of standing on her own, so how could she competently bear the heavy responsibilities of a love manager, entrusted with each client's potentially lifelong love obsession?
He remembered clearly stating when signing with H Group that he needed an experienced love manager. After all, the tasks he required were not simple. From his youth to his current successful career, his unfulfilled dream still hadn't come to fruition.
Full of displeasure, he strode over to the sofa and cleared his throat, startling the daydreaming girl. "Little girl, how old are you?"
Up close, the girl looked even more radiant, as clear as crystal, almost like a shining piece of glass. But she was indeed too young, so his tone was laced with distrust and dissatisfaction.
The girl had fair, delicate features. When she looked up at him, her amber eyes were like champagne in a glass, with a hint of intoxication before even drinking. Her expression was focused, and the warm yellow light in the room highlighted the fine, pale fuzz on her face, giving her exquisite features an even more enchanting glow.
"You're Director Basil, right? Hello, I am Cierra."
The girl snapped out of her daze, quickly stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on her skirt, and bowed to him at a ninety-degree angle with great politeness.
Basil was momentarily stunned by the young girl's gesture, his brows furrowing into a deep line again.
Was H Trust, such a large corporation, out of talent? Were they planning to randomly assign a naive, inexperienced young girl to seduce him? Or were they trying to evoke his long-lost sense of pity?
"Let's sit down and talk." Basil's tone was cold, his gaze deep. His neatly combed hair revealed a handsome, full forehead, making him look as striking as a deity from ancient Greece.
He sat down on the sofa opposite the girl, his strong aura clearly signaling others to keep their distance.
But the girl across from him was lost in her thoughts, completely unaware that his initially elegant expression had turned cold.
He felt a strong sense of doubt. Besides being excessively young, this love manager gave off a very unreliable vibe! He had emphasized to H Group before signing that his manager needed to possess professional skills, responsibility, and work ethics. It seemed H Group hadn't taken his requests seriously at all.
The girl in front of him had an outstanding appearance, but the other three qualities he sought seemed entirely absent. How could H Group claim to be a professional trust company with professional managers?
He abruptly stood up, his jaw tight. "I think your company may have misunderstood the client's requirements. Let's end this for today. I will contact your company again to reiterate my demands. If we still cannot reach an agreement, we will proceed with the contract termination as stipulated. You may leave now." With that, he didn't even glance at the girl again and turned to leave coldly.
When the girl heard Basil's words, she panicked and reached out to grab his shirt sleeve.
Basil's body stiffened for a moment as he saw his cuff tightly held by her. The creases caused by her excessive grip made his eyes blaze, staring intensely at the spot she held. Frightened, she quickly let go.
"I'm sorry."
The girl apologized softly but saw the man rubbing his temples, looking at the wrinkle she made with disdain. Instinctively, her fingertips began to grow cold.
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When Cierra first saw the famous director, aside from admiring his looks, thinking he could switch careers to acting if directing didn't work out, she felt a deep sense of familiarity and regret for not meeting him sooner.
She remembered Cynthia saying that in his youth, Louis was outrageously handsome, but Cynthia always resented that despite all his good qualities, Louis had short legs, barely reaching 174 cm when he took off the shoe and shaved his head.
And now, this man before her, with his beautiful, narrow eyes filled with countless stories, surpassed her young father's looks by miles. Not to mention, when he walked in with those legs definitely over 120 cm long, he exuded a kingly presence as if a celestial being stood before her.
Because of this, she decided to retract her preconceived notions about Basil before seeing him.
She guessed that Basil was compensating for the unattainable in real life, creating a character with looks and physique that were the pinnacle of perfection. With a body and appearance that outshone even stars, Cierra found Basil's cold, distant, and somewhat misogynistic demeanor understandable, even accepting his poor judgment.
But who would have thought that this arrogant, ice-cold man would reject—her!
Saying so much just to imply she wasn't professional enough and couldn't handle this task? Even if she was slow to catch on, she understood that much.
Although she hadn't yet figured out what made her a professional love manager, keeping such shame to herself was better than letting others criticize her for it.
Anger flared up inside her, and she suddenly had the urge to point at Basil's forehead and curse him out, almost letting out a string of expletives.
Didn't your teacher ever teach you not to judge a book by its cover? This is just a nonsensical online novel; why are you taking it so seriously? As if she didn't know where the plot was going?
Oh well! She really didn't know how the plot would develop!
However, in that instant she grabbed Basil's sleeve, the piercing look he gave her made her certain that her mom, Cynthia, had planted some sort of foreshadowing in this seemingly perfect, flawless man.
She couldn't tell if it was OCD or some sort of perverse obsession.
In any case, this transmigration seemed like it would be a mentally and physically exhausting task!
