Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1179: Do you think I’m easy to mess with or not?

Chapter 1179: Chapter 1179: Do you think I’m easy to mess with or not?

Evan Guerrero visited Golden Growth Group for the first time today, dressed in a suit and tie, a maroon necktie around his neck.

He was different from the Evan Guerrero Ann Nolan had met on the previous two occasions. Today, he imparted a sense of... severity and command, shorn of his usual gentleness, now wielding a powerful aura.

He didn’t seem like a friend, but more like a superior to a subordinate.

Evan Guerrero had bought her a cup of Americano, along with a sandwich and a spring roll.

"How did you know I love these?" Ann Nolan lifted the warm breakfast in her hand.

Her eyes sparkled with a vivid luster, like twinkling stars, filled with brightness.

Her complexion was already fair, but at that moment, she looked even more like a porcelain doll, a delicate fairness with a rosy tint.

"Finding out wasn’t difficult," Evan Guerrero curved his lips into a smile, looking at her, "Eat slowly."

The drive from her apartment to Golden Growth was only five minutes, which could be considered very close; she always walked to work.

In the company parking lot, Evan Guerrero didn’t immediately open the car door, instead waiting for her to finish her breakfast.

To avoid making Ann Nolan uncomfortable, Evan Guerrero opened a file and casually flipped through it.

"Will you come to Golden Growth every day from now on?" Ann Nolan asked curiously.

"Not every day. I’m currently busy with several other mergers and acquisitions."

"Your return has certainly stirred the financial scene in Landon. Everyone says CEO Santos is not to be messed with, displeasing him could mean the end of a company."

Evan Guerrero laughed, "Do you think I’m someone easy to mess with?"

"That’s hard to say," Ann Nolan spoke directly.

Evan Guerrero didn’t argue with her but instead kept a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Golden Growth may look dazzling on the surface, but the company is actually rife with severe internal corruption; it’s a mess. You need to be prepared," Ann calmly stated, "Also, the veterans at Golden Growth might not take orders from you. Of course, this is normal for any company, when a young new boss arrives, they feel they can easily push him around."

"It’s different with you by my side."

Ann Nolan paused, then smiled, "I won’t be able to help you much."

"I believe you can offer me advice, and I trust in your abilities."

"You’re flattering me, CEO Santos. I’m just a not-too-big, not-too-small secretary, but I will do my job well and not disappoint you."

"I’ll provide a platform for you to showcase your talent without being underutilized."

"Don’t you think a woman has more charm when she’s at home taking care of her husband and children?" Ann Nolan joked.

"That’s not something I would say. I don’t hold that kind of view."

Ann Nolan smiled, taking a sip of her coffee, "CEO Santos isn’t that sort of person."

She had long noticed that he was not that kind of man, and the education he received wouldn’t allow him to hold such ideas and prejudices.

She continued to drink her coffee and eat her breakfast, which was delicious, sweet without being cloying, and pleasantly light.

Ann Nolan’s black hair cascaded down her shoulders, making her skin appear even more fair.

The parking lot was very quiet, this was a garage reserved for him.

In the confined space of the car, Evan Guerrero flipped through the documents, and the pages made a soft rubbing sound.

"Why do you want to acquire Golden Growth? You should be aware that this company is not very profitable," Ann Nolan asked curiously, tilting her head.

"That it’s not profitable is only on the surface, Golden Growth has a lot of potential for development, but that’s just one aspect."

Ann Nolan wasn’t very knowledgeable about finance, but she had spent some time pondering over it lately, gaining some understanding.

While Evan Guerrero went through the documents, she tilted her head to look at him.

He was very focused, always a meticulous seriousness in his handsome brows and eyes.