James laughed in exasperation, raising a hand as if to strike me, but he restrained himself and only said, "Stop calling me Mr. Howard. Take a good look. Do you really not know who I am?"
I leaned in for a closer inspection, then shook my head. "No, I don't."
"Tsk."
"Seriously, I don't. How could a barbecue seller like me know a big shot like you? Maybe you've got the wrong person!"
I knew it! How could a good job paying one hundred thousand a month just fall into my lap?
It turned out the domineering CEO was suffering from blurry vision and mistook me for someone else.
James gritted his teeth, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "Bridget, you dare to say you don't know me again!"
When the CEO exploded, a chilling aura swept out from him.
I instinctively shrank my neck back, my eyes fixed intently on the man's deeply handsome look.
Someone's face that had once been severely burned and covered in scars flashed through my mind. If those scars were removed from that face …
I froze in shock, realizing who he was almost instantly—then spun around and ran. But before I could get far, a hand seized my wrist and forcefully yanked me back.