C74 Did She Get Spoiled?

Was she spoiled?

When Clarie Scott heard this, her ears pricked up and she leaned over in a gossipy manner. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Clarie, you are a newbie. Do you know who Manager Wilson is? When you see him later, don't lose your soul. "

"Heh heh, does he have that much charm? It sounds like he's a god! " Clarie Scott sneered in her heart. In her eyes, Dempsey Wilson was a bastard, a hooligan, how could he be like Mr. Charming?

"It's true that you've never seen him before, but he's the number one dream lover of tens of thousands of young girls."

Clarie Scott was listening to the gossips around her that were filled with nervousness and infatuation. Wasn't this way too exaggerated?

While Clarie Scott was shaking her head and sighing, Eleanor Cole, who was in the Director's Office, walked out quickly and stood at the door with a flustered expression.

Not long after, he saw a group of people respectfully walk in from the office's entrance as they greeted a group of tall figures.

If it wasn't Dempsey Wilson, who else could it be?

Clarie Scott looked at him in a daze. Wearing a suit and tie, he did have a domineering aura.

However, what Clarie Scott didn't notice was that he had a dignified appearance, so what was so charming about him?

She lowered her head to draw.

The moment Dempsey Wilson walked in, everyone in the office held their breath and didn't even dare to look at this man. It was as if he could suck away everyone's soul just by looking at him once.

Dempsey Wilson's eyes were cold and unfathomable. He inadvertently saw the little woman with the pen and lowered her head to draw randomly.

When the whole office was nervous about his arrival, only she... Still not taking him seriously.

Dempsey Wilson didn't know what kind of magic he was under. When his car passed this building, he was so distracted that he wanted to come up and take a look at her office environment.

At this moment, he saw that she was sitting in a cubicle near the window. She was still wearing the same set of black professional suit.

Dempsey Wilson walked forward for a few steps. Immediately, he was answered by a few higher-ups. Eleanor Cole was also trembling with fear. She answered all his questions without any hesitation.

In Clarie Scott's eyes, Dempsey Wilson was a bastard who tried to steal her child, but in everyone's eyes, Dempsey Wilson was their god. Every word and every gaze from Dempsey Wilson was full of deterrence.

Dempsey Wilson walked slowly to Clarie Scott's desk.

It was unknown which of the scriptures was wrong, but his finger lightly tapped on the surface of her desk.

Eleanor Cole immediately called out to Clarie Scott, "Clarie Scott, this is Manager Wilson. Hurry up and greet Manager Wilson."

When Clarie Scott heard how nervous and uneasy her godmother looked, she naturally couldn't be slow either. She immediately stood up and politely shouted, "Hello, Manager Wilson!"

"En!" Dempsey Wilson intentionally ignored her. With a cold expression, he led the group of people away arrogantly.

Clarie Scott felt goosebumps all over her body as she watched the man walk away coldly.

Did this Dempsey Wilson take the wrong medicine? He had been sitting in his office in the middle of the day, but now he had suddenly come to her office to inspect. Moreover, he had knocked on her desk, whether intentionally or unintentionally. You're dreaming again?

Clarie Scott's beautiful face was filled with disdain.

At the same time, all of the surrounding women stared enviously at her.

It had to be known that Dempsey Wilson rarely visited the Wishful Thinking Patrol, and there were practically no one that he was particularly fond of.

When he rapped his finger on Clarie Scott's desk just now, everyone felt that he was intentionally trying to attract Clarie Scott's attention.

Although his expression was still as cold as ice when Clarie Scott stood up to greet him, this was already considered an exceptional favor.

"Clarie, do you know Manager Wilson?" Some of the girls beside him immediately started gossiping.

Clarie Scott was shocked. It can't be, these people's eyes were really sharp. Just from the tap of Dempsey Wilson on her desk, they were already sure that she knew Dempsey Wilson.

"I don't know them. Why would you ask me that?" Clarie Scott answered with a serious expression, her acting was flawless.

The girls became even more interested.

"You and Manager Wilson don't know each other, why did Manager Wilson only knock on your desk? It's like he's reminding you that he's here."

"Manager Wilson wouldn't have fallen for you, right? Clarie, you're pretty, so there's a chance that you're pretty."

"I feel it too. Manager Wilson seems to pay special attention to you. You You You, your luck is really good. If you really develop any relationship with Manager Wilson in the future, don't forget about me …"

Clarie Scott did not know whether to laugh or to cry. These people were really getting more and more courteous, no matter what kind of relationship she had with Dempsey Wilson.

Eleanor Cole followed Dempsey Wilson and left. As soon as she returned, she saw Clarie Scott being surrounded by a few girls asking all sorts of questions, her face darkened as she pretended to be strict, "What are you guys doing over there? Stop working? "

The group of girls panicked and immediately ran back to their seats.

Eleanor Cole walked up to Clarie Scott and said, "Sofia, come in with me!"

Clarie Scott immediately stood up and followed her mother into the office.

After the office door closed, Eleanor Cole turned around and asked Clarie Scott anxiously, "Sofia, do you have any grudges with Manager Wilson?"

Clarie Scott was stunned and blinked her eyes. "Mother, why do you ask?"

"I was worried about you. You saw it earlier, Manager Wilson seems to treat you differently. The intention was for him to knock on your desk …" It's always scary. " Eleanor Cole truly treated Clarie Scott as her own goddaughter. It was not easy for her to return to work, so she had to be careful not to get into any mishaps.

Although this wasn't a good job that would make anyone jealous, as long as one was patient and worked for a few years, he or she would definitely have a future. This was an opportunity for Clarie Scott, who had no background.

Clarie Scott looked at Eleanor Cole gratefully and whispered, "Mother, you might be worrying too much. Although I've offended him before, he's allowed me to come back here to work. I believe that the past grudges have already been resolved, so he won't do anything to me."

Did he not dare to do anything to her? Clarie Scott added in her heart.

She sighed and said, "Clarie, it's not that your godmother is making too much of a fuss about it, I'm really afraid that you will lose your job. I've read all the scripts you gave me previously, and you have a talent in design, to be honest, you helped your godmother with her design. When her inspiration withered, you selflessly helped her out of a few crises.