C12 You Are Being Bullied!

Connie could not help but tear up. She slowly turned around with a forced smile on her face. "Hi, Mr. Henson, what a coincidence. Why are you here?"

Holden sneered and walked towards her. His eyes were filled with an unsettling coldness. "You sure know how to act. Or are you stupid?"

"…"

Connie felt like she was suffering from internal injuries.

This girl's mouth was too vicious. Didn't she just pretend that she didn't see you?

"Mr. Henson, what are you saying? I didn't greet you because I had a mission today. Besides, there were so many people at that time. It seemed inappropriate to greet you so rashly. So... you are a magnanimous person. You will definitely not take it to heart, right?"

At this time, she was smart.

However, Holden clearly did not buy her words. He coldly snorted and said, "Whether I want to be calculative or not is completely up to your performance."

"Don't worry. My performance will definitely satisfy you. If you have any orders, I will do my best to do them."

In order to show her sincerity, Connie patted her chest and said confidently.

Hearing that, the corner of Holden's mouth immediately curled up. "Since that's the case, then show me your sincerity and bring me a cup of the best black tea from the coffee shop on the south street corner."

South Street corner …

Connie's mouth twitched. "Mr. Henson, it takes half an hour to walk from here to South Street. It's so late in the afternoon…"

She would be dried up by the sun if she came back!

"Connie, if I'm not wrong, your principal should have asked you to convince me to donate to the school, right?"

He leaned lazily against the willow tree trunk. The smile on his face was profound.

Connie felt as if she had been struck by lightning. The words of the student council president rang in her mind: Success is permitted, but failure is not.

She had to endure!

She told herself this in her heart. Then, she took a deep breath and raised a fake smile. "I'll be right there."

"Okay, I'll be there as soon as possible."

Holden waved his hand, indicating that she could move.

Connie instantly teared up.

'You beast! You don't even live in your house, yet you came to the school to bully me!'

Connie ran out of the school and ran two more blocks before she finally managed to buy the metal that Holden wanted.

Half an hour later, she came back panting with coffee in her hand. Her face was flushed due to the running.

"Mr. Henson, this is the metal you wanted."

Connie handed the coffee over and was already out of breath.

Holden calmly took a sip and turned around, saying, "Let's go."

"Where are we going?" asked Connie.

Holden said matter-of-factly, "Isn't this your mission to visit the school?"

"…"

Connie was so angry that her eyes almost popped out. "Mr. Henson, I just came back. There's no need to be in such a hurry, right? At least let me catch my breath first."

"You're so tired after running for such a long time. It means that you lack exercise. This is a good opportunity to train your body. Follow me."

There was no room for negotiation at all. Holden had already left with long strides.

Connie stood in the wind and was in a mess.

She suddenly regretted going to beg this man. This was bullying!

However, it was too late to regret it now. With no other choice, Connie could only follow him obediently.

Therefore, in the next two hours, Connie brought Holden around the school.

The art school was vast, and there were many iconic scenic spots. Therefore, even though Connie was introducing the school, Holden was enjoying the tour.

This was something that Connie had never expected. She wondered if the rich people nowadays had nothing to do.

However, she did not have the guts to say it out loud.

"Connie, go and buy water."

After walking for so long, Holden finally had the thought of stopping.

"Okay, I'll be back right away."

Connie nodded her head as if she was pounding garlic.

Her legs could not take such a high-intensity walk. She had wanted to stop and take a good rest.

However, Holden did not seem to have any intention of doing so, so she was embarrassed to say anything.

Therefore, she ran to the vending machine to buy water.

After coming back, Connie handed the water to Holden and started to drink it.

After drinking the water, she turned around and found that Holden was staring at her.

Connie was shocked and almost choked on the water. "Mr. Henson, why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm thinking about when you want to ask about the sponsorship."

Holden said with interest.

Only then did Connie remember that there was such a thing.

Something bad was about to happen!

"Well, Mr. Henson, are you willing to..."

"Not willing!"

Before Connie could finish her sentence, Holden cut her off.

Connie almost choked on her breath.

If he didn't want to, then he didn't want to. At least let him finish his sentence.

"You really don't have any ability to organize your words," Holden said.

"But I haven't finished yet." Connie tried to defend herself.

In the end, he was lectured by Holden, "If you go and negotiate with them, you will definitely fail. No one will ask the investor directly if they are willing to sponsor the school. This is the same as asking a company if they are willing to sign a contract with us. This is also one of the reasons why you failed to negotiate with me before."

Connie was speechless.

Talent in language was not something that everyone had, and it was not something that could be easily cultivated to holden's level.

At this moment, Connie only wanted to go back and cry to death.

What kind of lousy mission did the student council give her?

It was too cruel!

"Then what should I do?"

After crying in her heart, Connie quickly asked for advice humbly. She hoped that Mr. Henson would not be stingy with his teachings!

Unfortunately, Holden did not want to teach him anything. He raised his hand to look at the time and said, "Let's stop here for today. I still have a meeting in the afternoon."

"Oh, oh!"

Did that mean that he was going to leave?

Connie was overjoyed and her eyebrows raised.

"Follow me!"

Clang, clang ~ ~

Heaven fell into hell.

"Isn't that good? Mr. Henson, you have to go to work. If I follow you, it will affect you. If I accidentally delay your money-making, it will be even worse. Maybe you will earn tens of millions in minutes."

Connie tried to persuade him with words and actions.

However, Holden had already seen through her plan. He immediately sneered, "You don't have the ability. Even if you really affect me, I can still earn millions every minute."

He was so domineering that he was invincible.

Connie was completely defeated.

She finally understood that in this lifetime, if she wanted to talk to Holden, she would have to be beaten to death.

Without further ado, Connie followed Holden to the company.